You got me hanging on and listening to confessions on the telephone
You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on
God save the middle child she's never what she seems
Can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams
You've got the wrong address I'm a mortar and a pestal, not a garlic press
Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning in her dreams
You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on
Beware the middle child she'll bring you to your knees
She's just a little child who's falling in between
Save the middle child she's never what she seems
You can't blame the middle child she's drowning......she's drowning