The story behind this song
"You'll pick a side eventually," said with a smile, as if standing still. An ex who warned about being left someday for the opposite of him. A friend who called it "half-in, one foot out, the easy way." Both sides squinting, handing over a smaller and smaller frame, letting whoever's currently being held become the entire story. The dismissals are quiet but they pile up — the doorway question, "so which is it, really, deep down?", as though a truer self were waiting behind a curtain for the right side of town.
There's no curtain and no waiting. The same person, whoever the hand in theirs belongs to — not a phase, not a fence, not a bridge to be crossed and forgotten.
For anyone tired of being told they're half of something, when they were always whole.
Lyrics
like I'd been standing still all the while.
the opposite of me one day."
A friend said "must be nice to be half-in,
one foot out, an easy way."
Both sides squint like they can't quite place me,
keep handing me a smaller frame.
Whoever I'm holding becomes the whole story —
like I disappear into their name.
I've been the same the whole way through —
Not a phase, not a fence, not a bridge to cross.
I don't shrink to fit your guess —
nothing borrowed, nothing lost.
I'm not part this and part that, my love —
I'm not half of anything.
"so which is it, really, deep down?"
Like there's a true me hiding behind a curtain
waiting for the right side of town.
There's no curtain. There's no waiting.
The same heart, whoever it beats for —
and I won't keep folding myself in two
to make it easy at your door.
I've been the same the whole way through —
Not a phase, not a fence, not a bridge to cross.
I don't shrink to fit your guess —
nothing borrowed, nothing lost.
I'm not part this and part that, my love —
I'm not half of anything.
from people who should know —
you're not the in-between of two true things,
you're a whole one on your own.
Don't let them cut you down the middle.
Stand there, complete, and grow.
Not a phase, not a fence, not a bridge to cross.
I don't shrink to fit your guess —
nothing borrowed, nothing lost.
I'm not part this and part that, my love —
I'm not half of anything.
I'm not half. I'm whole. I'm me.
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