Would you like to know
What your friend is going through?
Halfway libertine
Halfway dour
Halfway hedonist
Halfway ascetic beyond belief.

A saw blade cutting his mind in two
Not even sure if he cares
Ambition so burning, it burns right through
Eyes glazed over, only stare
Take a drag on a cigarette.
He only ever takes what he can get
And he listens to music;
Most of the time.
You know he thinks he can use it
If he only had time.
How much time's left
When you're living halfway
Between yourself?
Oh how much time's left
When there's two of you
Fighting it out?