stuck in the middle

I packed my bags, and I should've known that nothing good can last

It never has, but that kind of thinking only holds me back

I love it when you make me pick a side

Why does his ass have so goddamn much to do with me?

So fucking stuck in the middle

So fucking stuck in the middle

So fucking stuck in the middle

I'll always be between this rock and hard place, so it seems

And that's fine by me, my whole existence is to suit your needs

I love it when you put me in the ring

Why? 'Cause I love to fight for everyone, but me

So fucking stuck in the middle

So fucking stuck in the middle

So fucking stuck in the middle

Of all my favorite places to be

Between a rock and a hard place, suffocating daily

And I hope you'd do that for me

So I'm grateful for the involvement

And the eggshell covered concrete

But why does that have so goddamn much to do with me?

So fucking stuck in the middle

So fucking stuck in the middle

So fucking stuck in the middle