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