I'm a little bit stuck in the middle
But I'm used to it this time
Yeah, I know that your love, it is brittle
But it'll feel nice for a while
I'll play along, and write a song
For you if you grow bored
You will leave, fine with me
Once your heart's restored
What an uncommon common ground
That we got here, my dear
You must know how odd you do sound
What ever could go wrong here?
I sing your name, and it's in vain
Because you're not around
It was fun, but it is done
The blues of a rebound
(Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da)
Tone sweet, but words are sour
I could listen to her talk for hours
Led blindly by a coward
Second place in her heart, and now we're
Jumping the gun, the chosen ones
I'm lying on your floor
I'll play along, and write a song
Until your heart's restored
Jumping the gun, the chosen ones
I'm lying on your floor
I'll play along, and write a song
Until my heart is pure