(Verse 1)
I’m pacing circles ‘round this town again,
The streetlights hum like they’re my only friends.
There’s a buzz in my skull, a spark I can’t contain,
Last week I was drowning, now I’m chasing drops of rain.
The snow covered streets quiet and still,
While I’m a wildfire burning up this hill.
I’m screaming at the moon ‘til my throat gives out,
Self Diagnosed disaster, no doubt.
(Pre-Chorus)
It’s a pendulum swing, a broken clock,
I’m a radio stuck between the stations, lost.
(Chorus)
I’m static and sparks, I’m a runaway car,
A beautiful disaster, covered in scars.
Up ‘til dawn, then down in the dirt,
I’m a split-screen life and it’s starting to hurt.
Oh, I’m streetlights and static, a signal unclear,
Trying to tune out the voices I hear.
(Verse 2)
I'd prefer not to return my minds missed calls,
Pretty paint peeling off these cinderblock walls.
I’ve got a stack of records I don’t play anymore,
‘Cause the needle skips where my head’s been before.
But yesterday I swore I’d repaint the sky,
Drove ninety down ninety five with my hands held high.
The world was mine ‘til the crash came fast,
Now I’m picking up shards of a shattered past.
(Pre-Chorus)
It’s a tidal wave pull, too fast yet too slow,
I’m a rerun kid in a canceled show.
(Chorus)
I’m static and sparks, I’m a runaway car,
A beautiful disaster, covered in scars.
Up ‘til dawn, then down in the dirt,
I’m a split-screen life and it’s starting to hurt.
Oh, I’m streetlights and static, a signal unclear,
Trying to tune out the voices I hear.
(Bridge)
They say, “Take the pills, you’ll even out fine,”
But I’m a tightrope walker on a floss width line.
One day I’m the thunder, the next I’m the rain,
A carousel spinning inside my brain.
I’m scared of the silence, scared of the roar,
Caught in the push-pull I can’t ignore.
(Chorus)
I’m static and sparks, I’m a runaway car,
A beautiful disaster, covered in scars.
Up ‘til dawn, then down in the dirt,
I’m a split-screen life and it’s starting to hurt.
Oh, I’m streetlights and static, a signal unclear,
Trying to tune out the voices I hear.
(Outro)
The town glows under sodium light,
I’m still here swaying in the manic night.
A voice in the static says, “Hold on tight,”
Maybe I’ll find me when the frequency’s right.