In The Middle - Art School Girlfriend

It’s the great ideal

But I hold too tight and I end up living in a world I feared

You can read my mind quicker than I write it

But I show my teeth

Words dance on my tongue but they don’t come easy

And they’re hard to hear

You’re a river, run fast and I’ll jump right into it

Could we meet in the middle?

All the fear and I have to say

You lay in the middle of the night

We don’t ya turn my way?

Hey, hey

Could we meet in the middle?

I will fall in through the day

I wade in the middle with nothing to turn my way

Hey, hey

I pretend

I pretend

I am so content you know I’m no good at it

I come again to the end

On the bed you know you’re so good at it