Static and Streetlights

(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.