It's strange
I feel like he rubber
Between the lightning
And what's important.
I don't stand up straight
I feel like a bother
But yet they keep me around
And use me as cover.
Am I just a pawn?
A puppet on strings?
I guess I'll find out
When they take all my things.
I don't have much
That's not worth losing
A few things here and there
But most things important I keep on the inside.
I guess that's why it's so easy
To put me in the middle
To sit me down and make me responsible
"Hey everyone let's see how far we can stretch her."
I guess I can be stretched pretty far
But I've been stretched thin
And I don't know how much there's left of me to give.
My heart belongs to someone
Not that I like it
We both blame each other
And become empty baskets.
But like I said before
He'll put me in the middle
Between what's real
And what's fake
And I have to choose which is right
And it's nice that they let me have a choice
Not that they really do
And I think this time
I've been stretched too far and pulled too tight.