Static Streets

The drywall’s breathing in your parent’s basement,

where we mapped out flaws in the floor tile placement.

You’re an untuned string on an borrowed acoustic,

Now im a local band that you claimed you outgrew-stick.

Now the cold October air is biting at my shins,

where the concrete cracks and the highway begins.

I’m still counting headlights just to pass the time,

bleeding out the static on a county line.

You traded our scene

for a coastal zip code,

While i'm patching up leaks

on this interstate road.

Just a ghost in a zip-up,

a permanent fixture, cropped right out of the freshmen picture.

And now i’m choking down coffee to swallow my pride,

Underneath the billboard where two lanes divide.

Yeah, the radio’s dead but I'm keeping the dial,

stuck on the station we haven’t heard in a while.

I'm watching the frost form on the passenger side,

thinking of the promises that we couldn't provide.

Now there’s nowhere left to run and there’s nowhere to hide,

just an empty front seat where you used to reside.

And I'll sit in this driveway for a structural mile,

trying to remember how you looked when you’d smile.

Now my text logs are just a forgotten archive of the year

we both felt so painfully alive.

My knuckles are raw from the steering wheel grip,

biting my tongue until i feel my lip rip.

Because you’re miles away making a brand new start,

while i’m idling here pulling my engine

apart!