Dirt (Live)
Stuck my head in the quicksand
I want to get out but I can't
So I stick my head in deeper instead
Ben told me not to touch that
So I reached in to something, it bit back
Then we paint the walls so no one forgets
Cut my tongue into thirds
So I'll never have to speak my turn
I don't wanna get caught in your daydreams I'm good
Try to make sense of the worst
I was too young, stuck in the dirt
Nothing seems quite as real as it should
I want to get out but I can't
So I stick my head in deeper instead
Ben told me not to touch that
So I reached in to something, it bit back
Then we paint the walls so no one forgets
Cut my tongue into thirds
So I'll never have to speak my turn
I don't wanna get caught in your daydreams I'm good
Try to make sense of the worst
I was too young, stuck in the dirt
Nothing seems quite as real as it should
Credits
Writer(s): William Rydall
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