tHAt SiNkiNg feeliNg...

Stop and smell the rose
Planted in quicksand
Fall into your world yet again
And with all the tricks
You’ve got up your sleeve
It’s never a dull one, mon frere
Driving in my car, circa '99
Anchored on the pedal to go 45
Look who’s back in town, feign your surprise
You hunt me down, you know I’ll oblige, yeah
It’s just something 'bout that old thing, old thing
Oh you little poor thing, poor thing, oh
Don’t you know you’re hopeless? Yeah
Stop and smell the rose
Planted in quicksand
Fall into your world yet again
And with all the tricks
You’ve got up your sleeve
It’s never a dull one, mon frere
My 4-Runner commissioned in '97
First owner made it to heaven, at least I hope so
Mama gifted it the day after her savior’s birthday
That sinking feeling festered, kinda got me in a chokehold
See I was born in a season that makes it hard to breathe
And I was torn from believing that you were hard to leave
We tiptoe around elephants in the room
Too consumed in that liquid truth, quicksand under our shoes
It’s just something 'bout that old thing, old thing
Oh you little poor thing, poor thing, oh
Don’t you know you’re hopeless? Yeah
Stop and smell the rose
Planted in quicksand
Fall into your world yet again
And with all the tricks
You’ve got up your sleeve
It’s never a dull one, mon frere
Made it too easy, you know I’m alone (know I’m alone)
Made it too easy, you know I’m at home (know I’m alone)
Made it too easy, you know I’m alone, yeah
Oh yeah
Stop and smell the rose
Planted in quicksand
Fall into your world yet again
And with all the tricks
You’ve got up your sleeve
It’s never a dull one, mon frere
It’s never a dull one, mon frere