You're a split identity
A fault line on the border
A disorder
When you pulled out the IV
I spent two days looking for ya
What a horror
What a prison to live in your mind
Like a building that leaves on the lights
What a freedom to feel the outside
Barefoot in a hospital gown
On the train ride
I don't want to be this type of way
I don't want to be this type of way
I'm a split identity
A breath held underwater
A little softer
It's a painful history
How will I tell my daughter
It gets harder
It's a prison to live in your mind
With a child living on the inside
What a freedom to quit keeping time
Fucked up in the hours alone
All my nights
I don't want to be this type of way
I don't want to be this type of way
Am I the son you
Stared at me in the rear view
Melting under your gaze
No I don't want to be this type of way
