Middle

The middle man what a miracle

Of common calculations

Compressed and erratic

Hung out to fade like ribbons

Through wall-to-wall maybes

So I gave it my soul

Got wasted sick and trashed it

It's midnight in this time zone

Awake and collecting little zingers

And future comedies

I feel my voice come back

On behalf of unfinished business

The lowered man what a spectacle

A comic installation repressed and dramatic

Fighting to find his fable

Through wall-to-wall static

Under an anime skyline

Calling cancer from the corner store

I showed her mine she showed me hers

So we could shrug off the small s**t

And breathe in the meantime

I wanted to dance with a daughter

Of a switchblade in the springtime

There are some people I don't want to let down

Bells to ring

And friends to fling my arms around

Yes I know what's up must come down some day

Please don't take the good parts away

Please don't take the good parts away