## Metadata
**Caption:** 90s Britpop, punchy guitar, spoken-sung verses, female vocal
**BPM:** 130
**Duration:** 165.0s
**Key:** B minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
He says he's got a car but it's his mum's
He says he's got a plan but here it comes
Nothing, just excuses dressed up nice
I've heard his whole routine at least twice

[verse]
He calls me baby like it means a thing
Promises the world, delivers a string
Of maybes and almosts and someday soons
I'm done with waiting on his broken tunes

[chorus]
You're just an in-betweener, not the real thing
Standing in the doorway, never entering
Say what you want, I'm walking out that door
I'm not your in-betweener anymore

[verse]
He'll find another girl to spin his tale
Feed her the same old story, watch it fail
Me, I'm done rehearsing his excuse
I know my worth, I'm cutting him loose

[chorus]
You're just an in-betweener, not the real thing
Standing in the doorway, never entering
Say what you want, I'm walking out that door
I'm not your in-betweener anymore

[bridge]
No more waiting by the phone
No more calling you my own
I'm the one who's moving on
You're the one who had it wrong

[chorus]
You're just an in-betweener, not the real thing
Standing in the doorway, never entering
Say what you want, I'm walking out that door
I'm not your in-betweener anymore