Drip-Fed - Out of Sorts Lyrics

High strung
Strung out
Never in the in between
Rusted pipes or polished sheen
Can't fit in the in between
Trying to ride a wave that breaks at a steady pace, but I toss and turn
Past the point of no return
High strung
Strung out
Never in the in between
Rusted pipes or polished sheen
Can't fit in the in between
On a cloud or in the weeds
Back and forth on a balance beam
Humid air or falling leaves
It's all the same to me
Trying to ride a wave that breaks at a steady pace, but I'm feeling bored
The straight and narrow seems out of sorts
Foot in front of foot across a one inch wire
Sweaty hands grip the pole
I'm so centered, but it doesn't feel right
It doesn't feel right not picking a side
Trying to ride a wave that breaks at a steady pace
It's none of your concern that I'm always out of sorts