Quicksand

maybe I didn't always do you right
and maybe you were ready for a fight
whenever you came home
just shut up and give me a kiss
because the truth is just this

we're waltzing on quicksand
each step takes us further down
one more step and we might drown
baby hold on tight

maybe you've told a thousand lies
and baby I've tried a thousand tries
to get you to love me right
but you can't get water from a stone
and if it must be known

we're waltzing on quicksand
each step takes us further down
one more step and we might drown
baby hold on tight
just hold on tight

Copyright ©2010 Angela Schofield

I know I swore off poems that rhyme, but technically this is a song. So there.