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Somewhere between here and there, 
I got hung up on you.
And even though everything tells me I don't want to be here
and everything tells me to run away while I can, 
all I want to do is stay, and get wrapped up in this 
some sort of sweet easiness to everything 

Somewhere between caring and forgetting,
I got shouldered into this steriotype
I'm a punk now?
Am I like you?
Maybe I still want to be me, just me... 
not some genre of entertainment designed for you
not your new flavor of the week.

Sometime between then and now
I woke up and realized that I was close enough to touch you
close enough to hear what you have to say, 
and sometimes it's scary to think that I am a part of you
a part of all of this... 
you're destined for fame... I'm destined for inferno... 
all I want to do is burn for you

something between lit up and burned out 
I knew that I had something to say...
and I gave it to you, 
I'd rather sit back and watch you go off
than waste myself on something I shouldn't start... 
I'd rather catch you between sane and twisted 
and make you something I can understand.