With The Middle

I get up at 8 a.m Press the coffee down again I still leave half just in case And I pour it out the next day Kitchen table, my own home Sometimes a woman's dream is to be alone Night falls, I'm grateful What do I do with the middle? Between the coffee and the wine The part of the day when my heart says I won't do it this time You can ask my mom, I've been doing great At the beginning and the end of the day But I hit a wall when the caffeine falls And I'm staring at the cabinet Something in there could kill my brain And I know it's wrong but at least I wait 'Til nightfall, it's a long haul What do I do with the middle? Where does my love have to go? I've been reaching out, I've been holding on But I can't anymore Tell me, what do I do with the middle? Between the coffee and the wine The part of the day when my heart says I won't do it this time I...