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