STATIC IN MY BONES Verse 1 The party died an hour ago, the ashtrays look like open graves, A half-dead moon hangs over town like something nobody could save. The neon sign outside my window keeps stuttering my name in code, I swear the silence has a pulse— I swear the floorboards breathe in smoke. Everybody talks about the falling, nobody talks about the spin, About your own skin feeling borrowed, about the riot underneath it. Pre-Chorus The devil doesn’t always wear a face, sometimes he’s just a door marked escape. Chorus There’s static in my bones, static in my bones, Every nerve a stolen radio searching for a different home. Static in my bones, static in my bones, The drug is gone but the running isn’t, God, I hate being alone. And I would trade this song, this room, this night, this body, for anything that isn’t me. I’d crawl out of my shadow if I could— but it keeps crawling out with me. Verse 2 The refrigerator hums like church bells, the kitchen light’s a firing squad, I’m picking fights with harmless objects just to give my hands a job. A thousand exits bloom around me, none of them are really doors, I keep trying to outrun myself like I’ve never tried before. And every smell becomes a memory, every memory a loaded gun, Funny how the thing that nearly killed you still convinces you it won. Pre-Chorus The devil doesn’t always wear a face, sometimes he’s just a door marked escape. Chorus There’s static in my bones, static in my bones, Every nerve a stolen radio searching for a different home. Static in my bones, static in my bones, The drug is gone but the running isn’t, God, I hate being alone. And I would trade this song, this room, this night, this body, for anything that isn’t me. I’d crawl out of my shadow if I could— but it keeps crawling out with me. Bridge My mother taught me how to garden, nobody taught me how to stay. Nobody tells you healing sometimes feels exactly like decay. Nobody tells you freedom can sound like chains at first. Nobody tells you survival still comes carrying the dirt. Final Chorus There’s static in my bones, static in my bones, But the signal’s getting clearer every mile I don’t go home. Static in my bones, still static in my bones, But tonight I let the feeling stay instead of turning it to stone. And maybe that’s the difference— not victory, not grace, just sitting with the fire and finally looking it in the face. There’s static in my bones, static in my bones— but for the first time, I don’t run.
