Stuck in the middleNot sure where to goLife can be fickle Not sure what to know
Because truth is always blurredIt's never black and whiteMy words are kind of slurredI'm stuck in the middle tonight
Drunk in the middle of a bridgeThat connects yesterday and tomorrowI missed it by a smidgeBut I don't want to go back to sorrow
So if I'm in betweenYesterday and tomorrowIs today unseen? Some logic I could borrow
Because I'm not sure where I standOr what all of this meansIt's like my feet are...
Published on October 16, 2015 07:14