The Middle
Peacock Affect
Dropped my book and saw a face
Her hair red my feelings cold
I just can't feel anything any more
Funerals are for the living
But I can't quite die
I really want to go
But I will miss music like this
And I would for ever wonder
If everything would turn out okay in the end
Come on, we all die in the end
But at times I want to die in the middle
But now I think it's the end