Lyrics Half Way Fine - Ovlov

Half Way Fine

Half way fine;
call it feline
Saw your thunder lightening spear my
Could blame minds on our weak ends
Small and under all my meek friends
But i’ll try to fix my
And then you push me down through
All the little fine blue cheesy wine
And then you stalk your ceiling trying to be what you want to
And then you talk in your sleep and you ask, «why would he ever want to?»
Now you walk through hell on your own;
try and steal what you want to
Hide the meal that haunts you through
Wash my head on my own time
Not even to seem like your slime
Often, I swallow heat waves
Bottle up, control my sleek shaves
And i’ll try to fix my
And then you push me down through
All the little fine blue cheesy wine
And then you stalk your ceiling trying to be what you want to
And then you talk in your sleep and you ask, «why would he ever want to?»
Now you walk through hell on your own;
try and steal what you want to
Hide the meal that haunts you through