Border (CH. III) - Lewis Del Mar

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