I want to say time has sped up, but I'm too old and already know everything is just as it was ticking right on time and it's only me that's off. For a time I was sure quicksand surrounded me and pulled me down but I've only sunk so far, and now I see it's cement and I'm stuck right where I've been. It doesn't seem too stiff or too set on itself yet, I'm just tired and pulling out is.. and really you're the hurricane. If only you would cease for a time, if only some weatherman would move you along down the coast and I could sleep to regain some of my life.
I've been practicing what to tell them about love.
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