Static Electricity
The vending machine hums a lullaby
in a language nobody taught me,
and the last bus already left without us,
so we’re walking home the long way,
past the shuttered chicken place,
past the ajumma sweeping stars off the sidewalk.
You said something about signal loss,
about how love is just two phones
losing bars at the same time,
and I laughed because it was true,
and I laughed because it wasn’t funny.
(chorus)
Hold still,
hold still,
let the streetlights do the talking,
hold still,
we’re not lost,
we’re just between towers.
The green bottles line up like a losing streak,
and somebody’s ex is always singing next door,
off-key, off-guard, off the deep end,
and I think that’s the whole point of this city —
everyone grieving in 4/4 time.
(bridge)
I don’t need the strings to come in.
I don’t need the credits to roll.
I just need you to stay
until the sky does that thing
where it isn’t dark, isn’t light,
just tired, like us,
just honest, like us.
(outro)
Hold still,
hold still,
this is the part where nothing happens,
and it’s enough,
it’s enough,
it’s enough.
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