Static

It seems like life is getting worse all the time

A box invisible, I think I might be a mime

It won't matter in 20 years

But it matters to me now

One of my greatest fears

Is that you'll forget somehow

I try too hard not to worry about it

Everyone knows that I’m filled with Static

It helps me wonder when

I may never see you again

And that’s alright, my friend

All my friends are robots in disguise

All my friends tell human people lies

I try too hard not to worry about it

Everyone knows that I’m filled with Static

It brings me comfort when

I will never see you again

And that’s alright, my friend