Split

Verse 1 I keep feeling like I’m stumbling into yesterday half of me in the past half of me half here now, Pre-Chorus I keep trying to sync the clocks up, but they’re running in different time, one says “now,” the other says “never,” and they’re both convinced they’re right. Chorus I’m split down the middle but nobody knows. There’s a version of me in the driver’s seat asleep, there’s a version of me in the back seat looking back constantly, and I don’t know which one of them I’m supposed to be. Verse 2 My hands do things I don’t remember choosing, my mouth makes promises my heart didn’t hear, Pre-Chorus 2 I follow my life like a storyline, reading the parts where I’m supposed to cry, but the tears are a chapter behind me, and the feeling didn’t make the deadline. Chorus I’m split down the middle but nobody knows, I’m smiling at things that don’t reach my eyes, watching myself from a satellite. There’s a version of me making plans to leave, there’s a version of me too tired to breathe, and I don’t know which one of them I’m supposed to be. Bridge If I knock on the door of my own heart, will anybody answer inside? Final Chorus I’m split down the middle but nobody knows, I’m stitched into places I never chose, I’m learning my life in a secondhand way, like a postcard sent from my yesterday. There’s a version of me that is here right now, there’s a version of me that I can’t reach.