It feels like I’ve been fallin’ down a hole
Spending way too much Time, looking for my soul,
and at times, I lose control
Then, I’m just playin’ a role
The role of a man who’s livin’ alone
And I can’t give you my number,
‘cause I don’t have a phone
But I’m not on my own, and now my cover’s blown
No, I don’t have a clone, it’s more of a nightmare reality
A psychological technicality, I have a split personality
The nicest guy you’ll ever meet, I like to relax and read
But if that’s where you stop, the profile is incomplete
Livin’ in this head ain’t no treat, ‘cause you never know
which me you’re gonna meet, so take a seat,
and watch my brain cross the street
Don’t ever think, think that you’ll understand, not even the “experts” can
and you only have to talk to one at a time,
I have to watch myself commit a crime,
and I’m almost never feeling just fine
Is it me? Is it him? What do I do then? But it’s ME either way
And I never know what I’ll say —
You ask me how I’m doing, and I just say “hey”
I’m not black or white, I’m just kinda gray,
born in September, but I died in May
Might be a p**sy, but I sure as hell ain’t gay
“here’s your brain. I put it on a tray”
Stradlin’ the fence, should I wash or should I rinse?
I hate it, I love it, I’m buried and rise above it
I like the habit so I shove it, not a thoughtful f**k, but I glove it
Wandering around and staying,
“I’m listening, can you hear what I’m saying?”
All sewn up and fraying, cursing and praying, working and playing
A faithful cheater, a loving wifebeater, fair mistreater
Kicking out the chair while I seat her
I’m in a nightmare reality, a psychological technicality
A fractured reality, an indefinable technicality
Sanity finds its fatality, blatant illegality
Having a dual, split, fractured, halved, cut-in-two, divided, multiple,
separated, lacerated personality