Librium - Living lyrics

rate me

Not quite white, but not quite black

Traveling straight, but headed back

Not quite a girl, but not quite a man

The poorest thumb on the richest hand

You're losing sight, it's not quite right

It's not my fight, but you've been living in sin

You're losing sight, it's not quite right

It's not my life, but you've been living in sin

Not quite heav'n, but not quite hell

You're low on sense but high as well

Happy enough to stay alive

But sad enough to want to die

Cause waiting here is like a plain, happy fear