Too Far

Mind over measure
Guidance under pressure
You were my home
Oh now I feel the prison
Calling from the quicksand

Let me let you about the time I walked into a bus ride
Fuckers took my hard drive
We got held up ages before I could mail her
Now my car was towed away the day before that
Course I couldn't afford that
Which lead me to this bus ride
Where now I've got my hands tied

Mind over measure
Guidance under pressure
You were my home
Oh now I feel the prison
Calling from the quicksand

It's in the moment don't fit the timing now
Or the context and I'm up the walls
I'm only leading on what if felt like last time
It's not what I wanted
Don't feel the weight on you
Or the hope that you'll learn from mine
I wouldn't burden her if I'm not in my mind