Middle Man

Here I am
Stuck in the middle again
Not the first
Hopefully the last
Why does it seem that I end up here?
I just can't stand it anymore
Each time a bit different
But this time it will be
And I'll promise it to me
Just can't stand the wringer anymore
Fear of connection?
Playing on my imperfection
Fear of implication?
Don't worry, she'll still like you in the morning
But what can I do?
I know it wasn't supposed to be
Can't stand the feeling you give anymore
This time I'm just going to choose myself
I'd rather crawl up in a hole
Than take the subtle shit you give
My insides are too precious to take this abuse
You win
I lose
More than you'll know.

A.J. Dinardo