| Slipping my way through the cracks
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| And I hope you don’t overreact when my body collapses
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| I’ve been wandering hoping to find my own place on this planet
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| I’ve been up in the middle of it, I’ve been up in the middle of it
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| In the middle earth, I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| Slipping my way through the cracks
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| And I hope you don’t overreact when my body collapses
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| I’ve been wandering hoping to find my own place on this planet
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| I’ve been up in the middle of it, I’ve been up in the middle of it
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| In the middle earth, I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| Till the dirt
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| Is honesty overrated?
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| How many times have I said the same
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| The same thing in new ways?
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| Start to think it’s the way that my life’s gonna be
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| And I guess that’s okay
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| Wanted to be a grunge singer when I was child
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| Grew up fast and wild
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| Now the crow’s feet are crawling all over my face
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| Every time that I smile
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| What you know about being decapitated
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| While your body still rolls around aimlessly?
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| Is there a way for me to face my infinite demons
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| And maintain a sense of stability?
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| Hustling for pennies like I was still 14
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| I ain’t ready to grow up
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| «Just wasn’t made for these times»
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| Realize I will never blow up and that’s fine
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| I’m not Cobain or Cornell or Layne
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| I’m just floating inside my own lane
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| Every word that I’m singing is plain
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| Just hoping that someone out there can relate
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| And there’s times when I hate my brain
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| Want to drive directly into trees
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| Think of 6 million ways to stop breathing
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| When my heart is pounding from the anxiety
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| Every year it gets sadder and fatter
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| Till the point that you realize none of it matters much
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| For the minutes we have on this planet we’re seeking love
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| And that’s more than enough
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| Call it what you want
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| Call it God, call it your freedom
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| That connection between living beings is a powerful thing
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| And that’s real to us
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| Slipping my way through the cracks, slipping my way through the cracks
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| Slipping my way through the cracks, slipping my way through the cracks
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| And I know she don’t love me like that, I know she don’t love me like that
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| Not the game nor the lady, maybe neither of them gonna love me back, nah
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| Slipping my way through the cracks, slipping my way through the cracks
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| Slipping my way through the cracks, slipping my way through the cracks
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| And I know she don’t love me like that, I know she don’t love me like that
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| Not the game nor the lady, maybe neither of them gonna love me back, nah
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| Yo
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| I am a middle child
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| It took me a little while
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| To stop tryna get the approval of others
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| It’s better than living life in denial
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| My worst fear’s to be middling in my nightmares I’m a kid again
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| And my teacher is asking my chosen career
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| I deceive her 'cause that’s what adults want to hear
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| They like doctors, firefighters
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| Not a future that’s odd like it’s Tyler’s
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| It’s probably a sign I can’t lie through my teeth
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| I was missing my two front incisors
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| But now I sink my canines into sound rhymes
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| Like they steak knives
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| Anxiety tried me, I’ve died, been revived
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| So I’m trying to hold onto my eight lives
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| And I cannot pretend I could handle it
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| If I ended up in middle management
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| Yeah, I have to be fucking with something I love
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| If I’m burning both ends of my candle stick
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| And even then I’m a little carp
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| Busy giving birth to a great tale
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| To my biggest fans I am Joan of Arc
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| Walking middle earth in my chain mail, yeah
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| Slipping my way through the cracks
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| And I hope you don’t overreact when my body collapses
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| I’ve been wandering hoping to find my own place on this planet
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| I’ve been up in the middle of it, I’ve been up in the middle of it
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| In the middle earth, I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| Slipping my way through the cracks
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| And I hope you don’t overreact when my body collapses
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| I’ve been wandering hoping to find my own place on this planet
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| I’ve been up in the middle of it, I’ve been up in the middle of it
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| In the middle earth, I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| I’ve been nothing but real with you
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| Till the dirt |