Quicksand

Sweet champagne all nice
Prioritized out on the table
You tried to read between the lines
But most the time, you're just not able
There's rain in your garden I'm lost in
Blood on your flowers again

What if I need the pain, and cut, and suffering?
What about me? The quicksand takes me under

Of all the fools who wanna die
You had to find the fool that loved you
Light that leads the road won't shine
And all the signs remind me of you
I'm lost in your garden, there's cloudless skies
But slowly it darkens and there's cloudy skies

What if I need the pain, and cut, and suffering?
What about me? The quicksand takes me under