

(beep, click-clack)
I sit on the edge of the mattress frame
Reading the texts that you never sent
Everything here has a different name Counting the hours that we already
spent
Is this the end of the line?
Or just a glitch in the design?
Rewrite the code on my skin!
Let the new static begin! (yeah)
Dust on the keys of the old console
Losing my grip on the master plan
Trying to piece back a fractured soul
Drawing a map in the shifting sand
Is this the end of the line?
Or just a glitch in the design?
Rewrite the code on my skin!
Let the new static begin! (yeah) (static)