Tangled Up by Sugarstick

Eyes scrutinize what is happening
Comfortable clothes are unravelling
Days I wove with you
Tangled up with talking to

Bitterness now my old sweet briar
Tangled up with razor wire

Oh I got to feel that I’m sinking
And overrun by you

Can’t name the thing I will never do
Nothing for me but all over you
Scratch my name on there
Tangled up with red rope hair

Oh I got to feel that I’m sinking
And overrun by you

God I’m sinking