The Middle of the End

Filling station Fumes intensify an already loaded question Weak at the knees sucking painful air Why knock a man down with a sledgehammer when a feather will do Sending the message is the key to diplomacy It's not reciting poetry It's not what you say but if you get the words out without falling face down "I love you" is regurgitated rhetoric from a rose-tinted age Greeting card inspiration stops dead a trembling ticking telltale heart "I love you" is the first shortcut to the middle of the end Unleaded but weighed down Fumes not strong enough to be an excuse I knew I had to see you but not this Why knock a man down when his only direction is straight up Sending the message is the key to diplomacy It's not reciting poetry It's not what you say but if you get the words out without falling face down "I love you" is regurgitated rhetoric from a rose-tinted age Greeting card inspiration stops dead a trembling ticking telltale heart "I love you" is the first shortcut to the middle of the end I love you I love you I knew I had to see you but not this I knew I had to see you but not this John Makarewicz - Drums Micah Robinson - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Vocals Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals