Static Sundays

[Intro] [Verse 1] Basement walls and neon cracks, We rewired all the tracks. Your voice hums through tangled wires, A jukebox sparking dying fires. The amps groan with half-tuned rage, We’re just ghosts on a borrowed stage. [Chorus] Oh, we burn out just to fade, Static Sundays, cheap lemonade. The crowd’s a blur of hollow cheers, We’ll play this song for twenty years. [Verse 2] You strummed a chord that split the air, A crack in time, a threadbare stare. Your jeans ripped at the fractured knee, We laughed at how the world could be. The guitar string you never fixed, Now hums in dreams of ‘95 mixed. [Chorus] Oh, we burn out just to fade, Static Sundays, cheap lemonade. The crowd’s a blur of hollow cheers, We’ll play this song for twenty years. [Bridge] Your mixtape’s a time-lapse bruise, Side B scratched in midnight hues. The radio bleeds a warped refrain, We’re static now, just feedback’s chain. [Chorus] Oh, we burn out just to fade, Static Sundays, cheap lemonade. The crowd’s a blur of hollow cheers, We’ll play this song for twenty years. [Outro]