Dancing on Quicksand
I'll lose myself in a moment
Can't find my way out for days
I'll come to you on my hands and knees
On my hands and knees
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I run to the elevator
See me, but let the door shut
Don't be upset, it's hard not to laugh
I love you when you're mad
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I think I'm coming around, oh, yeah, hey!
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Can't find my way out for days
I'll come to you on my hands and knees
On my hands and knees
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I run to the elevator
See me, but let the door shut
Don't be upset, it's hard not to laugh
I love you when you're mad
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I think I'm coming around, oh, yeah, hey!
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Torrey Libby, Miles Scott Atkins Kottak, Christopher Michael Bowman, Gavin Austin Bennett
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