Lyrics:

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

[Verse 1]
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

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

[Verse 2]
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