Border (CH. III) Testo

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 wanna be this type of way
I don't wanna 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 wanna be this type of way I don't wanna be this type of way

Am I the sun?
You stared at me in the rear view
Meltin' under your gaze

No, I don't want to be this type of way