My Heart Is Split

It happens every now and then.
 I hear the words I need to hear
 Coming from the tiny speakers
 That I've shoved into my ears.
 The crickets setting the tempo,
 The wind dancing across my skin,
 Reminding me of conversations,
 Summer nights when I stayed in.
 Back home, before I moved.
 Back home, before I got here.
 Back home with the people who loved me my eighteen years.
 My heart is split
 Between home and here.
 I'm cut in half
 Two beds, two lives, and I live in between
 My porch back at home and this strange new world I knit.
 My heart is split.
 
 As sudden as the onset of winter,
 As nat'ral as the trail mix they all eat
 This untamed and icy place I live
 Has swept me off my size-five feet.
 I read non-stop to quell the absence.
 I drink too much. I fall in love too fast.
 Obsessively collecting songs and details
 Nothing's gone but nothing's lasting
 Back home, before I moved.
 Back home, before I got here.
 Back home with the people who loved me my eighteen years.
 I'm split
 Between home and here.
 I'm cut in half
 Two beds, two lives, and I live in between
 My porch back at home and this strange new world I knit.
 My heart is split.
 My heart is split
 I'm home but I'm still here.
 I'm cut in half
 Two beds, two lives, and I live in between
 My porch back at home and this strange new world I knit.
 My heart is split
 My heart is split
 It happens every now and then.
 I hear the words I need to hear
 Coming from the tiny speakers
 That I've shoved into my ears