Half Way Fine

half way fine; call it feline
 saw your thunder lightening spear my
 could blame minds on our weak ends
 small and under all my meek friends
 but i'll try to fix my
 and then you push me down through
 all the little fine blue cheesy wine
 and then you stalk your ceiling trying to be what you want to
 and then you talk in your sleep and
 you ask, "why would he ever want to?"
 now you walk through hell on your own; try and steal what you want to
 hide the meal that haunts you... through
 wash my head on my own time
 not even to seem like your slime
 often, I swallow heat waves
 bottle up, control my sleek shaves
 and i'll try to fix my
 And then you push me down through
 All the little fine blue cheesy wine
 And then you stalk as if you have time to build your wine too
 And when you talk then you see things
 you ask: why would we ever want to,
 Now you watch the world on your own
 try and steal what you want to
 I been giving you more too,
 If you...