The Compromise - The Format

You

You think it’s cool to be crazy

I say you’re born rich

Stay rich

There’s no point in taking chances

And me

I wouldn’t call it a sophomore slump

I’d say I’m one step closer to being just

Where I want

To be

Away from this scene

Away from this machine (alright!)

Meet me in the middle

C’mon lets make up a dance

And we’ll agree to call it the compromise

Step one:

Find a partner

Grab a pen

Don’t you dare ask questions

Just sign on the dotted line

Step two:

Throw your partner behind a desk

Where they’ll do absolutely nothing

So it’s your job to dance and smile

The whole time

Don’t call it a trend

It’s the only way we think to get ahead

Meet me in the middle

C’mon lets make up a dance

And we’ll agree to call it the compromise

There’s no sense in complaining

It doesn’t change our mind

Take me by the hand

Let’s compromise

I can feel your feet touching mine

If you can’t dance

There’s someone else in line

I can feel your feet touching mine

If you can’t dance

There’s someone else in line

Meet me in the middle

C’mon lets make up a dance

And we’ll agree to call it the compromise

There’s no sense in complaining

It doesn’t change our mind

Take me by the hand

Let’s compromise