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

Well, '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'd 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

Oh, always part of me missing, 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 missing

But no one sees the difference

'Cause I split them all