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 [Fm7]my [A]daddy, but he's in Jakarta
And there, it's ɾaining, while here, it's dry as bone
Kinda wish I knew what I meant when I say, "I miss home"
Guess I'm forever caught between two worlds
Right foot ɾock, left foot hard place, head and [Bm]heart at war
I do my [A]best between addresses
Wish I were on [C7]either side of the foreign wall
Always part of me missing, but no one sees a difference
'Cause I split them [A]all [Em]
Spread so thin, I'm low on [C7]emotional bandwidth
The voice in my [A]head speaks a different language
And where I live, they believe you [A7only have yourself
But where I'm from, you're taught to [C7]be [Am]somebody else
So hellos are short, goodbyes are only half farewells
Oh, I guess I'm forever caught between two worlds
Right foot ɾock, left foot hard place, head and [Bm]heart at war
I do my [A]best between addresses
Wish I were on [C7]either side of the foreign wall
Always part of me missing
But no one sees the difference
'Cause I split them [A]all
