Middle Seat

6 PM, and you're dodging all your mother's calls

And the guilt eats you alive

Dad's a mess, and your brother's going AWOL

For the 32nd time

No wonder you get better sleep on

Your best friend's floor every weekend

No wonder you can finally breathe when

Nobody's standing on your chest

They don't know all of you

What a shame

They don't want to

You'll find safety

You'll find comfort

They may try to drag you under, but they don't

Get to know all of you

8 AM, and you're waking up to screaming

You've finally had enough

You're packing everything that fits inside a duffle bag

But your life has just begun

No wonder you get better sleep on

The different couches every weekend

No wonder you can finally breathe when

Nobody's standing on your chest

They don't know all of you

What a shame

They don't want to

You'll find safety

You'll find comfort

They may try to drag you under, but they don't

Get to know all of you

You'll find home on a tennis court

Where you smoke weed after dark

Broad Street convenience store

That bench in Shelby Park

Crammed in the middle seat

Night drive for something sweet

This time, you'll get to choose

To be with people who

Want to know all of you