Lyrics

My heart was an open book you
You didn’t care to read
No glance, no second look
Opinion preconceived

My cover said pick me please
My dedication bare
No waiting, no late fees
While I was waiting there

CH
On the middle shelf
Not hard to find
My little story is worth the time
I’m worth the time

My peace is borrowed, my spine is worn
And after I’m returned
My pride is swallowed, my pages torn
From something new I learned

So put me in a place where I belong
In the company of others
Wo keep me upright, steady and strong

CH
On the middle shelf
Not hard to find
My little story is worth the time

CH
On the middle shelf
Not hard to find
My little story is worth the time
I’m worth the time

Now I closed your account
‘Cause I no longer need
To put you in a story that
You didn’t care to read