Instinct is simplicity.
It calls, but will not answer me.
Why do you have to cop this me-first
attitude of greed and arrogance?
All I want is myself so to hell with
your torture-chamber tactics
and ruthless demands.
So I kick and scream and still, all along,
you're still right there, busy bee dragging me.
Thought I'd well earned my own two left feet,
yet here I am, back to crawling on my belly.
Been here before, now to find a way to
escape your white-knuckle deathgrip again.
I know where I am, I know I'm out of my
depth and back into the shallow end.
It calls, but will not answer me.
Why do you have to cop this me-first
attitude of greed and arrogance?
All I want is myself so to hell with
your torture-chamber tactics
and ruthless demands.
So I kick and scream and still, all along,
you're still right there, busy bee dragging me.
Thought I'd well earned my own two left feet,
yet here I am, back to crawling on my belly.
Been here before, now to find a way to
escape your white-knuckle deathgrip again.
I know where I am, I know I'm out of my
depth and back into the shallow end.
