Wallow

[Verse 1] Boredom makes you creative It stifles my insides It lacks a certain thunder A rifle between the eyes Distance sparked the friction A ripple of high tides I’m done with reading fiction You could philosophize my mind [Chorus] Wallow in the middle Wallow in the mire Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire Wallow in the middle Wallow in the mire Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire [Verse 2] Your eyes begin to focus When darkness steals the sun Oh, you must be holding out for something that was quicker than the gun Run back through sunny fields into an empty open space I got some much to learn in life those tears run down your face [Chorus] [2x] Wallow in the middle Wallow in the mire Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire Wallow in the middle Wallow in the mire Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire