Static Staredown

{clean chorused electric guitar

riff, sparse

drums} {sighing} (ahhhh) Your voice is rising like a sudden storm

Slamming the doors of our quiet home

I sit right here on this worn-out chair

Just watching the dust float in the air {guitar dynamic builds slightly}

Go ahead and shout,

I’m used to the sound

It's just the soundtrack of this town

Yeah I'm sitting down,

a little depressed But it's okay,

I've passed the test

{distorted guitar chord stabs,

heavy backbeat} Another coffee cooling on the floor

You're pacing back and forth across the boards I

know the words before they hit the wall

I've got my armor on,

I feel nothing at all

{guitars dial back

to clean tremolo} Go ahead and shout,

I’m used to the sound

It's just the soundtrack of this town

Yeah I'm sitting down,

a little depressed But it's okay,

I've passed the test {exploding fuzz

guitar, crashing cymbals}

Maybe tomorrow we can try to smile Or maybe we'll just sit

here for a while

(sitting down) (getting

used to it) {soft,

emotional breakdown}

Just yelling in the hallway (ahhhh) {guitar feedback fades out,

slow drums

taper off}