Human Things

My heart is like quicksand it pulls me in at the thought of you

to never falter at the site of a pretty face.

How will I ever find something concrete

when the rain always pours?

Could it be that you found some other lover.

Do you love him as much as I loved you?

Could be that I messed up and then blamed you

for the things that would be fine if we were 16.

Because I know now that I

My heart is like quicksand

it pulls me in at the thought of you

 to never falter at the site of a pretty face.

How will I ever find something concrete

when the rain always pours?

Because I know that I

was never one to be afraid

of these things cos I can't wait

just like it doesn't matter.