I want the middlennot the in-betweennI want the endingnnot the lucid dreamnnbuilding our blue prints on desirenthe answer will seem to bena life of only menncaught in the middle while leapt from the brinknI felt myself slip into the seanwatching your eyesnknowing that Inmight not want what you can give to menand so you seennunlocking chests filled with historynI saw you therenwriting in your diarynnbuilding our passions on desirenand the answer will seem to bena life of only menncaught in the middle while leapt from the brinknI felt myself slip into the seanwatching your thighs, knowing that Inmight not want what I can get for freenand so you seenmy insides feel tirednand so you seencaught up in wires spun from mennand I will find younwherever you may beneven if thenna million miles from me