This house is not a home and I am barely living in it
Everywhere I go, the room always has someone in it
And I think they crept in through my eyes
And curled up safe back there and died

And now I'm living with ghosts

This house is not my own and I am getting tired of it
Why pay to live alone when I fill every corner of it
And I think I'll exorcise my rights
For once it's not you starting this fight

I thought you'd be more than you became when I saw you again
I thought you were more than angry rivers in my veins
Surrounded by fire I'd drown you in the rain
And here come those storm clouds again

These split personalities are inside of me
These split personalities are dividing...

I thought you'd be more than you became when I saw you again
I thought you were more than angry rivers in my veins
Surrounded by fire I'd drown you in the rain
And here come those storm clouds again