You're known as the girl with a permanent hand in the quicksand
The texture was pleasing at first, but things don't go as planned
How did you end up so hollow and bruised anyway?
Your dual assassins, whoever's eyes they had, lay quiet
You'd let them inside your parade when the moment arrived
So you marked out the space for your friends to invade
But the turf wasn't hallowed, or sacred, or safe
You'd do well to stay out...
You took your resentment to bed down within your companions
And opened it up to the floor without telling someone
But smothering it all was no way to behave
That was so fucking selfish, start acting your age
You'd do well to stay out...
When the tumblegirl falls from the top
There'll be somebody taller to pick her back up
Leave the quiet boy sifting the dust
He had too much to give
So much for haircuts and kindness, they don't win you over
There once was a chance but it dissolved a long time ago
So why do you spend every night sharing the sheets in your underwear?
It's no surprise he can't sleep
You'd do well to stay out
When the tumblegirl falls from the top
There'll be somebody taller to pick her back up
Leave the quiet boy outside to rust
Now there's no more to give
When your legs gave way you couldn't stop
And now it's 50 floors down, still you welcome the drop
But the ghost of your poor shattered eggs will be the last one to quit
(you silly bitch)
You're still the girl with a permanent hand in the quicksand.
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