Middle Children

I don’t have a favorite anything
Except for my regrets… a single serving friendship
Through friends and work and worry
I think I just had… a near-life experience
You know it’s way too late now I’ll be fine
Without a doubt engines flame out… flatline
I don’t want to die,
Clenching my fist,
I slit my wrist
And open wide
I don’t want to die
Thinking of you,
I’m turning blue
With all these lies
I can’t stand another min here
Knowing what I know
It’s everything about you
Your question isn’t wonder, pondered existence
It’s «hey man what’s that line from»
You know it’s way too late now I’ll be fine
Without a doubt engines flame out… flatline
I don’t want to die,
Clenching my fist,
I slit my wrist
And open wide
I don’t want to die
Thinking of you,
I’m turning blue
With all these lies
I don’t want to die,
Clenching my fist,
I slit my wrist
And open wide
I don’t want to die
Thinking of you,
I’m turning blue
With all these lies