Stuck
Well it sure as hell’s ironic, they still ain’t dropped their guards
They been together two years and they still ain’t shown their cards
They’re both so good at acting, truth don’t get a second thought
She pretends she’s in love and he pretends he’s not
With a crooked kind of stagger, they kind of walk the line
It’s the tunnel-visionary leading on the willful blind
She lies how much she misses him whenever they’re apart
And he acts like she never crossed his mind much less his heart
And he falls ever deeper into love
And she falls ever deeper into stuck
It’s hard to understand why she don’t cut him loose
Maybe he loves her so hard that she got hooked on the juice
So he pours over blueprints of some castle in the air
And she wades into quicksand with a six-foot cross to bear
And he falls ever deeper into love
And she falls ever deeper into stuck
There’s a point in ever journey when it’s too late to turn back
Some unexpected pregnancy, some broken-heart attack
And he falls ever deeper into love
And she falls ever deeper into stuck