oncoming traffic drowned the sound out from my apologetic tone and left you staring at me from across the road i thought we both had crossed another case of absent mindedness on someones part another failed connection ive never felt the burn of so many eyes so non existent non existent you leave me a perfect evening things just change like altitude i go from savage disregard to worrying if ive been rude so can you meet me in the middle can you meet me in the fucking middle i sway so often side to side back and forth past the middle i cant find i always try to be the wolf who doesnt bite to stop hating what i love in all your sides oncoming traffic severed evenings and ive never felt the burn of so many non existent eyes ive never felt the burn of so many non existent eyes no ones on first and as the lights they go down but can you meet me in the in between no ones on first and the lights are going down can you meet me in the in between no ones on first and the lights are going down can you meet me in the in between no ones on first and the lights are going down can you meet me can you so can you meet me in the middle can you meet me in the in between pick one of the countless sides ive seen just promise me youll stop changing and ill condition all my sides and ill go right on swaying lights go down