Kind Of Like Spitting - Middle Lyrics
The middle man what a miracleOf common calculations,Compressed and erraticHung out to fade like ribbonsThrough wall-to-wall maybesSo I gave it my soul,Got wasted sick and trashed itIt's midnight in this time zoneAwake and collecting little zingersAnd future comediesI feel my voice come backOn behalf of unfinished businessThe lowered man what a spectacle,A comic installation, repressed and dramaticFighting to find his fableThrough wall-to-wall staticUnder an anime skylineCalling cancer from the corner storeI showed her mine; she showed me hersSo we could shrug off the small shitAnd breathe in the meantimeI wanted to dance with a daughterOf a switchblade in the SpringtimeThere are some people I don't want to let downBells to ringAnd friends to fling my arms aroundYes I know what's up must come downPlease don't take the good parts away