Split Identities by Tim Kasher Lyrics

Two times, I met you two times
And the first one kept me occupied
The second one was suicide
I shot myself in the head, I made a massacre
Of making you believe I’m a two-timing sleaze

Don’t trust the boy with the thunderbolt bass
He’s got guilt pouring down his face
And sweat stings, why do I got to smell up everything
Just when things are getting interesting

It’s cold outside, the cigarettes sizzle well
This bottlе’s too freezing to hold
I’ll try to slide on up to her but this night keeps getting slippiеr
And I’ve had too much to drink

I should carry a can of mace
To blind myself when I get this way
My eyes sting, I think I’m seeing two of you
I think I’m getting sick of you
I should split, I’m cracking like a whip
Too tortured to see these split identities
This basement’s too dark, my thoughts are getting lost
I wish it was easy, to be easy

Don’t trust what you cannot touch
Because if it feels like love
You just drank too much

More wine, I want to be safe fucking Valentine
I want to see those black casts floating in my eyes