Static

Squeeze tightly on your fingers as I whisper, "Will I make this deadline?" You say it isn't likely I can taste salt as the sweat drips through my lips I drink my water one sip at a time I say this isn't like me This isn't even the first time I've been here before My life feels so static I'm pulling elastic and drawing circles on my floor I sink my head into my hands How did it get this bad? I thought you'd know But it's clear that you don't know Switch me off and on again So I can't pretend That this isn't getting under my skin Trade me in and say this one's broken I use my humor as a coping mechanism I try my best to humor your optimism that this will work out (When did you last take any t-time?) Can it work now? Or now? (Understood) I sink my head into my hands How did it get this bad? I thought you'd know But it's clear that you don't know Switch me off and on again So I can pretend that this isn't getting under my skin Go ahead and trade me in