Herefore - Parcels

I don’t want to be caught in the middle

Taking all that I thought and setting it off

Temporal moving forward, it’s superficial

But always closing doors, but a ripple

I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl

Would I kill for?

Not her, not her, not her

I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl

Would I kill for?

Not her, not her

I don’t want to be torn in the middle

It’s deafeningly unsure, unofficial

But silently still we talk, though a little

When timingly is no more, but a ripple

I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl

Would I kill for?

Not her, not her, not her

I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl

Would I kill for?

Not her, not her

I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl

Would I kill for?

Not her, not her, not her