Static in the Bedsheets [Verse 1] The suitcase is humming by the door, a silent ultimatum You’re humming a hymn for the war, a violent vacuum Sucking the oxygen out of the room, room for the ruins We’re looping the loop of the doom, just renewing the fusing Of a fracture that’s jagged and black, a crack in the porcelain We’re dancing in circles of ash, just sparking the foreign Flame of a feeling we fake, just to shake off the shaking Wait—you’re calling my name again, the pattern is waking Up the ghost of the girl that I loved, the plush of the velvet Now you’re crushing the crush of the glove, the rush and the helmet Smashing against the drywall, we’re falling through floorboards A war of the roses and thorns, just scoring the chords. [Chorus] We’re a crash in slow motion, a potion of poison and salt A revolving door to the floor, a beautiful, rhythmic fault Burn the bridge then we swim back, swim back to the fire Lying through teeth in the dark, a choir of a liar One foot in the grave, one hand on the dial of the phone Together we’re screaming in bed, but we’re dying alone. [Verse 2] You’re a habit I can’t seem to quit, a lit fuse in a rainstorm A rhythmic glitch in the bit, a twist in the brain-form Of a man who’s been broken by design, a line in the sand-drift The tension is shifting the spine, a blind-sided hand-shift You claim that you’re changed but the change is just loose in your pocket A lock that you’ve picked for the thrill, then you jam it in the socket And shock me back into the cycle, the spiral, the spiral-stair A tidal wave of "I’m sorry" but the air is a burial prayer We’re trading the peace for the heat, the beat of a heart-attack A feast of the bitter and sweet, then we start it all back And the makeup is more than the cosmetics, it’s mending the bone A genetic mistake in the mix, now we’re shaking the throne. [Chorus] We’re a crash in slow motion, a potion of poison and salt A revolving door to the floor, a beautiful, rhythmic fault Burn the bridge then we swim back, swim back to the fire Lying through teeth in the dark, a choir of a liar One foot in the grave, one hand on the dial of the phone Together we’re screaming in bed, but we’re dying alone. [Bridge] It’s a chemical bond made of rust, a trust that we traded for lust A dust-cloud of memories crushed, we’re just rushing the rush Of the dopamine hit when you hit me, the grit in the gold-leaf A temporary shelter of skin, a winter of cold-grief And the silence is louder than screams, the dreams are just sirens The wiring is frayed in the beams, the pyres are tyrants We’re addicts of agony, baby, the tragedy’s tailored to fit The hole in my chest where the light used to flicker and quit. [Chorus] We’re a crash in slow motion, a potion of poison and salt A revolving door to the floor, a beautiful, rhythmic fault Burn the bridge then we swim back, swim back to the fire Lying through teeth in the dark, a choir of a liar One foot in the grave, one hand on the dial of the phone Together we’re screaming in bed, but we’re dying alone. [Outro] Pack the bag, lock the door, then I’ll wait for your call The cycle is a circle, baby, just wait for the fall We’re dying alone in the static.
