Lyrics

Words belittle-words cut quick
you tighten the tourniquet
and I'm shrinking-what were you thinking?

You withhold and you deny:
the rations that you grant are in short supply.
And I'm sinking-but you're not even blinking.

Chorus:
But I know if we try we can make it all better.
And follow the map to the tarnished treasure.
X marks the spot where you buried my heart.

Promises made and then retracted.
I'm all off balance-and you're distracted.
And I'm falling-I find it appalling.

The road is crooked like a crazy 8.
Like Sisyphus, I feel the weight.
And I'm crawling-with the burden I'm hauling.