Middle Children

I don't have a favorite anything Except for my regrets... a single serving friendship Through friends and work and worry I think I just had... a near-life experience You know it's way too late now I'll be fine Without a doubt engines flame out... flatline I don't want to die, Clenching my fist, I slit my wrist And open wide I don't want to die Thinking of you, I'm turning blue With all these lies I can't stand another min here Knowing what I know It's everything about you Your question isn't wonder, pondered existence It's "hey man what's that line from" You know it's way too late now I'll be fine Without a doubt engines flame out... flatline I don't want to die, Clenching my fist, I slit my wrist And open wide I don't want to die Thinking of you, I'm turning blue With all these lies I don't want to die, Clenching my fist, I slit my wrist And open wide I don't want to die Thinking of you, I'm turning blue With all these lies