Static is the low buzz under an ordinary day, the irritation that isn’t really about any one person, just the friction of being a sensitive nervous system in a loud world. Instead of fighting it, the song names it, gets curious about it, and turns the prickle into something I can use. I’m not too much and I’m not broken; I’m just tuned to the crowded places.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Shh…
You hear that?
Yeah. That.

[Verse 1]
It's a spark, not a bonfire, but it keeps its little mouth
Buzzing under every "hi," like a glitch you can't reroute
My smile's on auto, but my shoulders are tight
And the air feels too close and the light feels too bright

Not tryna start something, I'm just… on edge
Like a paper-cut feeling on a perfectly good day's page
I'm moving in a crowd and I'm bumping on "ugh"
Not mad at a person, more like mad at the rough

[Pre-Chorus]
Tiny friction, big reaction
My body's doing math in the background
And every small "whatever" adds up to now

[Chorus]
'Cause it's static, zzzt, in my skin, in my grin
Not a scream, just a pin, just a "why is this a thing?"
I'm snapping in my head, but I'm quiet in the room
Like a song with one note that keeps landing out of tune
And I don't need a lecture, I don't need "calm down"
I need a little space where my nervous system lands
'Cause it's static, zzzt, and I feel it, I admit
Now I'm choosing what to do with it

[Post-Chorus]
Breathe in… let it be weird
Breathe out… let it be here
Breathe in… loosen my jaw
Breathe out… soften the war

[Verse 2]
I get sharp with my humor, I get fast with my blame
I start hunting for a target when it's really just a frame
Like: "If I fix one detail, I'll feel okay"
But irritation's a messenger, not a crime to display

So I catch the first sparkle before it turns to a flame
Name it like a text message: "Hey, I'm feeling that same, "
That prickly little pressure, that itch in the chest
And I ask one good question instead of a test:

[Pre-Chorus 2]
What's underneath it? What do I need?
Water? Quiet? A minute to breathe?
Curiosity opens a door in my head
Trust says, "You're safe enough to take the next step."

[Chorus]
'Cause it's static, zzzt, in my skin, in my grin
Not a scream, just a pin, just a "why is this a thing?"
I'm snapping in my head, but I'm quiet in the room
Like a song with one note that keeps landing out of tune
So I'm building a rhythm out of what used to itch
Turning "ugh" into art, turning tension into switch
Yeah it's static, zzzt, but I'm steering it a bit
Now I'm choosing what to do with it

[Bridge]
I can step back two feet from the edge of the moment
I can change one small thing, let my system re-open
I can say "not right now," like a boundary is love
I can laugh at the glitch without giving it a throne
I can make something new from the buzz in my bones
Adversity to diversity, watch me remix my tone

[Final Chorus]
'Cause it's static, zzzt, then it fades, then it lifts
When I stop fighting the feeling and I listen for the hint
I'm not "too much," I'm not "broken," I'm just tuned
To the places that are crowded, to the parts that need room
So I breathe, and I pivot, and I choose what I can
Turn the prickly into purpose with a gentle little plan
Yeah it's static, zzzt, and I feel it, I admit
Now I'm choosing what to do with it

[Outro]
Zzzt…
(then silence)
That's better.