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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

There are some people I don't want to let down
Bells to ring
And friends to fling my arms around
Yes I know what's up must come down
Please don't take the good parts away
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      There are some people I don't want to let down   Bells to ring   And friends to fling my arms around   Yes I know what's up must come down   Please don't take the good parts away