I put my life on hold and took you home
Good sense shot down, I placed you on a throne
Where was the wheel that kept me on the road
The force of nature preventing overload

Say don't you know I've been dressed to kill
If you got the tools be careful what you build
When the arrow's in the bullseye every time
It's hard assuming that the archer's blind

I was full of foreign notions at the start
There was never once when I was off my guard
For any ghost of every poet in the ground
There's one like me to buy the guys a round

I'm going down
You and me together going down
It's not what I'd been told about this town
That when you least expect it you can drown
In quicksand
My quicksand