Matthew P. Haubert

Verse 1

The deadbolt’s thrown, the curtains blacked at noon

I counted seventeen stairs down to the door

The world’s too wide, the sidewalk gives me wounds

So I lie down and learn to live on the floor

And through  the ceiling cracks and i see the sun

a golden-tongued burning at the seems

I make a phone call, promise everyone

I’ll be the man ill finally leave, be out of the house by three

Chorus

I don’t know which one of me came home  last night

The one who’s burning or the one who hides

I’ve got a psychosis full of a different names

and hands that never hold anything the same

all my exits, different personalities

Verse 2

One of the crash comes quietly, always 4am before dusk

The man on fire becomes a welted sting

I check the locks, I check the locks, I must

be keeping something out or in

There are three versions of me at the table

one crys, one laughs, one watches out of body from the wall

I set a plate for every version of me if I’m able

and eat alone, with 12 parts of me at the table

Chorus

I don’t know which one of me came home  last night

The one who’s burning or the one who hides

I’ve got a psychosis full of a different names

and hands that never hold anything the same

all my exits, different personalities

Bridge

I was a king for an hour

I was a ruin by the morning

I was a stranger to myself

saying my name and i couldnt hear

I was the door I couldn’t open

I was the threshold, I was the dread

I was every version of a person

But that was in my head, i never made it out of bed

I don’t know which one of me came home  last night

Outro chorus

The one who’s burning or the one who hides

I’ve got a psychosis full of a different names

and hands that never hold anything the same

all my exits, different personalities

all my exits, different personalities