Fence

If you like living life in the middle
Seeing both ways
The middleman always seems brittle
And set in his ways
So then I lay flat on the floor
And don't know my name
Lose track of the days, the weeks

I feel like living life in the middle
And seeing both ways
The middleman always seems brittle
And set in his ways, yeah

Look at me
Sit on a fence not picking a side
Side, side, side, side, side, side, side, yeah
Look at me
On your fence not picking a side
Side, side, side, sidе, side, side, side, no

Anything