Split

It's a West Coast winter, sun's still a furnace

So I keep tanning, just never on purpose

I'm saturated in equal parts sun and doubt

So I turn the fan on high and hope I sweat it out

Christmas is coming, I miss my mama

Least I got my daddy, but he's in Jakarta

And there it's raining, while here it's dry as bone

Kinda wish I knew what I meant when I say I miss home

Guess I'm forever caught between two worlds

Right foot rock, left foot hard place, head and heart at war

I do my best between addresses

Wish I were on either side of the foreign wall

Always part of me missin'

But no one sees a difference

'Cause I split them all

Spread so thin, I'm low on emotional bandwidth

The voice in my head speaks a different language

And where I live, they believe, you only have yourself

But where I'm from, you're taught to be somebody else

So hellos are short, goodbyes are only half-farewells

Oh, I guess I'm forever caught between two worlds

Right foot rock, left foot hard place, head and heart at war

I do my best between addresses

Wish I were on either side of the foreign wall

Always part of me missin'

But no one sees a difference

'Cause I split them all