Static
It's just a little too painful
Revisiting a place that's like a chain on my ankle, it's a
Strong emotion to be feeling
'Bout a place you called home
I can only roam for so long
And now I'm alone
I get on my feet
I've got a promise to keep
Said I would visit her
Each time the sun circled at least
But that morning on her doorstep
It was pouring and I'm upset
I've been mourning the closeness our proximity left so I
Hide
Just around the corner from you
And your eyes
Cry
'Cause I know I can't face you
So comfortable and static
I ain't got no treasure in my pocket to give
And no, no it don't take the pleasure out of taking a risk
I want to know the measure of myself in a pinch
And without anyone to count on, do I stay rich?
Inside my pocket, I got a print
I should have put it in my wallet with the other ticket
I hold it in my palm, it keeps the sweat off my fist
Held up at your front door - hesitating
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I tried to be so brave
Backpack, VISA, clue in in the outback, I kinda need you
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I stood at your front door for days
I couldn't bear it at all
Uncomfortable and static
I want to talk like I had never left this place, okay?
I know a lot has changed and you won't see me as the same
But just this once could we meet on neutral territory?
It will hurt both of us, but less if you meet me halfway
Try for me
'Cause I know I can't face you
So comfortable and static
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I tried to be so brave
Backpack, VISA, clue in in the outback, I kinda need you
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I stood at your front door for days
I couldn't bear it at all
Uncomfortable and static
Inside my pocket, I got a print
I should have put it in my wallet with the other ticket
I hold it in my palm, it keeps the sweat off my fist
Held up at your front door - hesitating
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I stood at your front door for days
I couldn't bear it at all
Uncomfortable and static
Yeah I don't come back much
And I don't know if I should
Revisiting a place that's like a chain on my ankle, it's a
Strong emotion to be feeling
'Bout a place you called home
I can only roam for so long
And now I'm alone
I get on my feet
I've got a promise to keep
Said I would visit her
Each time the sun circled at least
But that morning on her doorstep
It was pouring and I'm upset
I've been mourning the closeness our proximity left so I
Hide
Just around the corner from you
And your eyes
Cry
'Cause I know I can't face you
So comfortable and static
I ain't got no treasure in my pocket to give
And no, no it don't take the pleasure out of taking a risk
I want to know the measure of myself in a pinch
And without anyone to count on, do I stay rich?
Inside my pocket, I got a print
I should have put it in my wallet with the other ticket
I hold it in my palm, it keeps the sweat off my fist
Held up at your front door - hesitating
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I tried to be so brave
Backpack, VISA, clue in in the outback, I kinda need you
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I stood at your front door for days
I couldn't bear it at all
Uncomfortable and static
I want to talk like I had never left this place, okay?
I know a lot has changed and you won't see me as the same
But just this once could we meet on neutral territory?
It will hurt both of us, but less if you meet me halfway
Try for me
'Cause I know I can't face you
So comfortable and static
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I tried to be so brave
Backpack, VISA, clue in in the outback, I kinda need you
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I stood at your front door for days
I couldn't bear it at all
Uncomfortable and static
Inside my pocket, I got a print
I should have put it in my wallet with the other ticket
I hold it in my palm, it keeps the sweat off my fist
Held up at your front door - hesitating
And if you all don't end up hearing from me
Just know I stood at your front door for days
I couldn't bear it at all
Uncomfortable and static
Yeah I don't come back much
And I don't know if I should
Credits
Writer(s): Aljosha Frederick Konstanty, Victoria Lyne Burnett
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