When I’m low, it’s not just rain,
it’s the whole damn roof caving in.
I don’t leak, I overflow,
like I’m made of moonshine and sin.
When I’m up, it ain’t like a smile,
it’s a blowtorch cuttin’ through skin—
folks say I’m too much thunder
for the peace they live in.

I ain’t got a middle setting,
I don’t know how to halfway feel.
Every tear’s a river,
every kiss a spinning wheel.
I burn through love like it’s oxygen,
’til there’s nothing left to breathe—
and when the leaving finally hits me,
I don’t ache, I fracture clean.

I’ve handed wings to strangers,
built ladders with my own time.
They’d take the sky I gave them,
leave me grounded in the grime. 
They say I should learn balance,
like there’s a switch I forgot to find—
but I’m built like a severe weather warning
get out fast, leave everything behind.

I ain’t got a middle setting,
I don’t know how to halfway feel.
Every tear’s a river,
every kiss a spinning wheel.
I burn through love like it’s oxygen,
’til there’s nothing left to breathe—
and when the leaving finally hits me,
I don’t ache, I fracture clean.

Some people crumble quiet,
go soft like uneaten fruit.
But I break like dropped glassware,
and my remote ain’t got no mute.
You can sweep me into corners,
but the shine is sharp and will cut through—
I’m a map of every moment
that ran brighter than it knew.

I ain’t got a middle setting,
I don’t know how to halfway feel.
Every tear’s a river,
every kiss a spinning wheel.
I burn through love like it’s oxygen,
’til there’s nothing left to breathe—
and when the leaving finally hits me,
I don’t ache, I fracture clean.

No Middle Setting

Myk Eff and Midnight Radio Collective