Middle of Nine

The boatman came your way without warning Other than that black spot in your lungs In the end we're all blaming someone No looking back again Conspiracies melting your brain Whatever it takes to make you feel safe Lost love and a six pack of beer You lay down and pray for another round But the coughing, the hate and the fear They won't let you go Where would we be if life wasn't a chisel? Middle of nine You're touched by god That black hole ate all of your serotonin And no one asks why you're ready to go On the day my brother died the world started tilting Middle of four, now three Make you question it all The plans you break Cement my legacy But the voices in your head say you're worthless They won't let you go But you were a slow march This life ain't for choosing There is no second draft No happiness coming You've been trying so long that you don't know why you're not smiling It's a buck in the machine and you let the slots spin Do you remember the look on my face when you told me you wanted to die? Drive that car right off of the cliff as long as I wasn't inside But you were a slow march This life ain't for choosing There is no second draft No happiness coming You've been crying your whole damn life and they dare ask why you're not smiling It's a buck in the machine You let the slot spin and beg let me down easy