Middle Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

The middle man what a miracle 

Of common calculations, 

Compressed and erratic 

Hung out to fade like ribbons 

Through wall-to-wall maybes 

So I gave it my soul, 

Got wasted sick and trashed it 

It's midnight in this time zone 

Awake and collecting little zingers 

And future comedies 

I feel my voice come back 

On behalf of unfinished business 

The lowered man what a spectacle, 

A comic installation, repressed and dramatic 

Fighting to find his fable 

Through wall-to-wall static 

Under an anime skyline 

Calling cancer from the corner store 

I showed her mine; she showed me hers 

So we could shrug off the small shit 

And breathe in the meantime 

I wanted to dance with a daughter 

Of a switchblade in the Springtime