I want the middle
Not the in-between
I want the ending
Not the lucid dream
Building our blue prints on desire
The answer will seem to be
A life of only me
Caught in the middle while leapt from the brink
I felt myself slip into the sea
Watching your eyes
Knowing that I
Might not want what you can give to me
And so you see
Unlocking chests filled with history
I saw you there
Writing in your diary
Building our passions on desire
And the answer will seem to be
A life of only me
Caught in the middle while leapt from the brink
I felt myself slip into the sea
Watching your thighs, knowing that I
Might not want what I can get for free
And so you see
My insides feel tired
And so you see
Caught up in wires spun from me
And I will find you
Wherever you may be
Even if then
A million miles from me
