Between the Static (Verse 1) I learned to make a home from borrowed light, Little corners where the silence feels alive. A coffee cup, a keyboard, midnight skies, Trying to stitch tomorrow from tonight. I’ve worn enough masks to know their weight, Smiled through storms that never had a name. Now I leave the cracks exactly where they are— That’s how the starlight finds its way. (Pre-Chorus) Maybe I’m unfinished. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe every broken thread Is still part of the joint. (Chorus) I’m somewhere between the static and the stars, Holding pieces of a thousand scattered hearts. Not lost—just walking roads that no one sees, Finding little galaxies inside of me. If I never fit the story they designed, I’ll write another chapter every time. I don’t need the world to tell me who to be— I’m becoming, and that’s enough for me. (Verse 2) I know déjà vu like an old refrain, Faces feeling familiar without a name. Echoes whisper from another place, Like I’ve loved this life before today. I build worlds from questions no one asks, Castles floating just beyond the glass. Tiny dragons guarding hopeful dreams, Keeping wonder where the shadows pass. (Bridge) For every stream that faded into night, For every page I almost left behind, For every time I doubted my own voice— I’m still here. For every lesson written in the dark, For every scar pretending to be art, I found a spark that never disappeared. It was waiting here. (Final Chorus) I’m somewhere between the static and the dawn, Still believing even when the feeling’s gone. Collecting every fragment that I find, Making constellations out of my own mind. I’m not the ending. I’m not the past. I’m every quiet moment built to last. So if you meet me somewhere in-between, Among the echoes no one else has seen, Sit beside the fire. Stay awhile with me. We’ll call this place home. (Outro) Some people chase the daylight. Some people chase the moon. I just follow the little lights That lead me back to truth.
