They call me Mr. Static

Fuzzy-brained

Half-awake

Couch full of burned-out lighters

Calendar packed with mistakes

I’m scrolling like a ghost

Blue glow on my face

Whole world talking in color

I hear it all in gray

Is it me or the wiring’s fucked?

Am I here or I’m out of luck?

Every word that I try gets stuck

Gets stuck

Gets—

I’m dissociation

Total miscommunication

Mouth is moving but it’s all dead air

All dead air (shit)

Catching that train at a lonely station

Wrong destination

Don’t know who the hell is there

I’m dissociation

Misinterpretation

Every thought feels like it’s cracked and split in two

Mr. Static in the goddamn basement

And I don’t know how to tune back into you

Eyes on the ceiling plaster

Heart on airplane mode

Laugh at the wrong damn moment

Take every joke too cold

You say “talk to me

Just talk”

But I glitch

Then I choke

Every “I’m fine

I’m fine”

Is just another broke-ass note

Is it me or the signal’s fucked?

Am I cursed or I’m just bad luck?

Every hug that I fake feels stuck

Feels stuck

Feels—

I’m dissociation

Total miscommunication

Mouth is moving but it’s all dead air

All dead air (shit)

Catching that train at a lonely station

Wrong destination

Don’t know where I even sit

I’m dissociation

Misinterpretation

Every mirror just throws back someone new

Mr. Static in the fucked-up basement

And I don’t know how to tune back into you