The Middle

I dropped my book and saw a face

Her hair red my feelings cold

I just can't feel anything anymore

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 forever 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, now I think it's the end