[Is_MAX_MODE: MAX](MAX) [QUALITY: MAX](MAX) [REALISM: MAX](MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX)[Intro — piano and muted guitar, male vocal plainspoken, almost talking] Yeah... I ain't even mad. I'm just tired of doing the math. [Verse 1] Every fight we ever had, guess who say sorry first Even when you started it, I eat it just to end it — that's the worst Your mood run the whole house, I check it at the door Read your face in the morning just to know what kind of day I'm in for You can go two days not speaking, wear it like it's light I break by the first evening — you know it, so you just wait me out all night We start about the dishes, end up somewhere last year Nothing ever get settled with us, baby, it just get paused here [Pre-Chorus] I keep a list in my head I never say out loud Every little thing I bent on, starting to weigh me down [Chorus] Meet me in the middle, that's all I ever asked I give you eighty, you give twenty, and you call it even math Meet me in the middle, of the city, of the bed You take the whole conversation, I take what you left unsaid I ain't keeping score to win, I'm keeping score 'cause I'm losing Meet me in the middle, girl, before I stop moving [Verse 2] You vent about your job for an hour, I don't say a word I start on mine, you scrolling by the time I get to the hurt I switched shifts, switched plans, switched up how I move You ain't switched nothing but the subject when the subject is you Every date was my idea, my driving, my dime You just show up — and half the time you show up tired Fight, then silence, then one good day, then repeat I'm tired of loving you in a rotation, girl, it's wearing on me Sat in the driveway twenty minutes last night Didn't wanna come inside — now tell me that ain't a sign [Pre-Chorus] Ain't asking you to be me, ain't asking for it all Just meet me where I'm standing 'fore this thing fall [Chorus] Meet me in the middle, that's all I ever asked I give you eighty, you give twenty, and you call it even math Meet me in the middle, of the city, of the bed You take the whole conversation, I take what you left unsaid I ain't keeping score to win, I'm keeping score 'cause I'm losing Meet me in the middle, girl, before I stop moving [Bridge — the conversation, labeled] [Him, tired] When the last time you asked me what I need and waited for the answer? [Her, defensive] So now I'm the problem? Everything I do is wrong to you. [Him, calm] Nah. You ain't the problem. The problem is it's only ever your way or a war. [Final Chorus — bigger, pleading but standing his ground] Meet me in the middle, that's all I ever asked I give you eighty, you give twenty, and you call it even math Meet me in the middle, of the city, of the bed Put the phone down one night, hear the things I never said I ain't keeping score to win, I'm keeping score 'cause I'm losing Meet me in the middle, girl, before I stop moving [Outro — music stripping back down] The middle ain't that far, baby. You just gotta walk some of it too.
