With your pulled on hair and your punched up lips
And your city-mouse voice
I should have known that we'd get into this
If I didn't watch the signals
And now, you lean in the door in your fired up skin
With your look of freedom, telling me that I'm in for it
If I can't keep up
It's only god or the devil when you're in it
And I'm always getting caught in the middle
It's so hard to be loved so little
Time to rip out the phone, why are people still calling?
Don't they know that we're never gonna buy another batshit story
Of bad kids in the garden?
Better bring your fear of flying and your lizard boy brain
To the top of the stairs, 'cause I don't wanna have to
Come down again and find you lighting up
It's only god or the devil when you're in it
And I'm always getting caught in the middle
It's so hard to be loved so little
It's only god or the devil when you're in it
And I'm always getting caught in the middle
It's so hard to be loved so little
Only god or devil when you're in it
And I'm always getting caught in the middle
It's so hard to be loved so little
