Half Way Fine - Ovlov

Half way fine;

call it feline

Saw your thunder lightening spear my

Could blame minds on our weak ends

Small and under all my meek friends

But i’ll try to fix my

And then you push me down through

All the little fine blue cheesy wine

And then you stalk your ceiling trying to be what you want to

And then you talk in your sleep and you ask, «why would he ever want to?»

Now you walk through hell on your own;

try and steal what you want to

Hide the meal that haunts you through

Wash my head on my own time

Not even to seem like your slime

Often, I swallow heat waves

Bottle up, control my sleek shaves

And i’ll try to fix my

And then you push me down through

All the little fine blue cheesy wine

And then you stalk your ceiling trying to be what you want to

And then you talk in your sleep and you ask, «why would he ever want to?»

Now you walk through hell on your own;

try and steal what you want to

Hide the meal that haunts you through