Quicksand - Anna Akana

Mouthful of razor blades

I hear the things I say

But can’t stop how sharp they come out any way

I’m built of bullets

You won’t wear a vest

I know you think I wouldn’t split straight through your chest

But got my fist full of throttle, my finger on the trigger

I take pills to get better, but only get sicker

You say you’re tryna love

I only fuck it up

We’re fucking miserable, but — I like it

I like it

I’m sinking through quicksand

But my outstretched hand

Isn’t reaching for help

I’ll drag you down if I can

Sinking through quicksand

Quick, take my hand

I need company in hell

Quicksand

Quicksand

Handful of steel grenades

Dare you to walk away

One step, two step

Not afraid to die today

I’m made of missiles

You can’t evade the hit

I know you think that I can stop and reverse this

But got my hair in a noose

My neck pressed up on a knife

Say you’re losing your mind

And I’m ready to try

Pleading «Baby no more»

But don’t reach for the door

Though we’re at fucking war — you like it

You like it

I’m sinking through quicksand

But my outstretched hand

Isn’t reaching for help

I’ll drag you down if I can

Sinking through quicksand

Quick, take my hand

I need company in hell

Quicksand

Quicksand

I’m not damaged, I’m broken

So go ahead — rip me open

I’m not damaged, I’m broken

So go ahead — rip me open

I’m sinking through quicksand

But my outstretched hand

Isn’t reaching for help

I’ll drag you down if I can

Sinking through quicksand

Quick, take my hand

I need company in hell

Quicksand