I can't tell my rights from my lefts right now and I'm feeling alone
Feeling like I need someone to help me guide me home
Cracks in my fingers linger here to stay
And I'm not sure how much longer I feel I can feel this way
The tides come in and this much I know is that I'm stuck in the quicksand and I'm sinking down slow
Sinking sensation's something hard to displace
But when I try to talk about it I just sink down at a faster rate