The In Between Briston Maroney

The paint's dripping down the wall
Children are out of bed
Only to find the source of the voice
That's singing in my head

The roads are all closed down
Windows tied down tight
Only to find the source of the voice
That's singing in the night

So come to me now
With your questions and your doubts
There is no reason to shake when I'm here

And I've seen many men fall
Who didn't deserve it at all
I can't be the one to tell you that you're wrong

And so hold on a second
I'm feeling unprepared
For the sight of love I'm seeing
The one she never shared
If you look into a mirror
See what you wanna see
Oh, it ain't wrong
It ain't right...
It's the in between