I packed my bags, and I should've known that nothing good can last It never has, but that kind of thinking only holds me back I love it when you make me pick a side Why does his ass have so goddamn much to do with me? So fucking stuck in the middle So fucking stuck in the middle So fucking stuck in the middle
I'll always be between this rock and hard place, so it seems And that's fine by me, my whole existence is to suit your needs I love it when you put me in the ring Why? 'Cause I love to fight for everyone, but me So fucking stuck in the middle So fucking stuck in the middle So fucking stuck in the middle Of all my favorite places to be Between a rock and a hard place, suffocating daily And I hope you'd do that for me So I'm grateful for the involvement And the eggshell covered concrete But why does that have so goddamn much to do with me? So fucking stuck in the middle So fucking stuck in the middle So fucking stuck in the middle