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I’ve slipped, I’m stuck in a mystery

If only I could get out of my head

Her hand’s too slick to save me now

In a mudslide I’ll drown instead

Walking my vicious thoughts

down the river, down the road

Walking my bitingly honest demon

and I don’t know where to go

She’s fallen, tugs at my shoelaces

with a heavy heart, a husky voice

But I can’t shoulder my thoughts

when they force me to make a choice

Walking my vicious thoughts

down the river, down the road

Walking my bitingly honest demon

and I don’t know where to go

I need to reclaim my head

I walk until I can see change

Until my breath’s a little softer

and my thoughts aren’t so estranged

Walking my vicious thoughts

down the river, down the road

Walking my bitingly honest demon

so now I know where to go

Someday I’ll learn to walk on water

and drag my thoughts along,

maybe even embrace them

like another wanting song