Baby Stuck in The Middle

While you slept, I stayed awake, and listened to jazz records in the living room.  You'd had too much to drink and announced it was time to sleep.  I didn't feel the same and so you left at odds again, upstairs to the place you always land after you lose a fight.  So I sat and continued drinking and talking to myself into the night, and that was alright with me.  I prefer it that way actually.  Because I'd rather stare at your photograph than have to speak to you, your conversations lack the things I desperately require.  And I know, I know, "it's always me," you're scarcely the one to blame.  But now who is up at four in the morning playing housewife with the notion that she was made for so much more?  Dreams can't become a reality when you've found yourself trapped.  You can listen to all the songs titled 'Rumba de Barcelona' you want, but you'll never be that girl again.  So sit still and shut your lips, you've decided your own fate, nobody to blame for the lack of desire to carry out your passions but you.  Tonight, somebody else is purchasing that one-way plane ride to London while you toss and turn and find yourself sleepless - once again.  Peel back the layers you've covered yourself in over the years and find the courage to blossom once again.  The world is still waiting.

Soundtrack: Orelsan - Pour le Pire