Gunned down in the middle of things,
this thing between you and me
I had no clue, and neither did you,
of anything so unforeseen
You're damn right, you can't fight
the need to be your own friend
But it gets so old, and you're so cold,
for the one that's waiting for you in the end
So come on
Dumb luck, I guess I messed up,
telling you all where to go
But it seemed so right to try to cause a fight,
I guess that goes to show what I know
You're damn right, you can't fight
the need to be your own friend
But it gets so old, and you're so cold,
for the one that's waiting for you in the end
So I say, hell yes, I confess,
to always wanting things to be the same
But this change you use as your excuse
for leaving me behind, well that's lame
Gunned down in the middle of things,
this thing between you and me
I had no clue, and neither did you,
of anything so unforeseen
You're damn right, you can't fight
the need to be your own friend
But it gets so old, and you're so cold,
for the one that's waiting for you in the end
So I say, hell yes, I confess,
to always wanting things to be the same
But this change you use as your excuse
for leaving me behind, well that's lame
And it's too late, I guess that's just great,
telling me how things should stay
But the truth be known, I'd rather be alone
than to have to live like this another day
Come on