Middle Child

you find light in a parasite and i don’t like your taste all that much but i’m stained to you like a henna tattoo one that’s course to the touch bittersweet is the word on the street but I know sour is more your style now I’m inundated and aggravated by a nature so hostile you said when I lose that you’ll sing me the blues well i’m still standing, my friend now we continue to peruse the same avenues home to conflict foreseeing no end you’re only amused when i’m feeling bruised and that’s the character i despise but i think you’re consumed by a feeling that looms from the human behind the eyes spare me time and with that I’ll spare you mine but without frivolity in view you can’t hold me aloof under the same roof because like the rain I’m stuck with you too