Glossy Static

[Intro]
[Verse]
The shop door clicks shut
A polyester paper cut
I’m wearing eighty-dollar boots
Searching for my working roots
The street lamp has a nervous twitch
Life’s a glitch then you’re rich
(Spoken: Or so the magazine in the breakroom said.)
[Pre-Chorus]
The pavement is a cooling gray
The city throws the day away
I walk past the shuttered bank
My social battery is blank
[Chorus]
Found a photo in the cracked glass
Watching all the night buses pass
It’s a birthday in nineteen-eighty-four
Someone’s uncle on the kitchen floor
Frozen in a chemical haze
Better than these modern days
[Post-Chorus]
Glossy static
Quite dramatic
Slightly tragic
Plastic magic
[Break]
[Verse]
The second one is half-exposed
A summer garden, eyes are closed
Is that a dog or a pile of dirt?
The man is wearing a terrible shirt
(Spoken: Honestly, the collar is offensive.)
I check my phone for a sign of life
Cutting silence with a butter knife
[Pre-Chorus]
The neon sign says 'Open Late'
I’m negotiating with my fate
The wind smells like burnt toast
I’m talking to a paper ghost
[Chorus]
Found a photo in the cracked glass
Watching all the night buses pass
It’s a birthday in nineteen-eighty-four
Someone’s uncle on the kitchen floor
Frozen in a chemical haze
Better than these modern days
[Bridge]
Why did you leave them here?
Was the memory too clear?
Or did you just lose your grip?
On a very expensive trip?
I’m taking the bus to the end of the line
Everything is perfectly fine
[Verse]
The 48 pulls up to the curb
I don’t want to be disturbed
I leave the pictures where they sit
A little bit of historical grit
(Spoken: I hope it rains. The ink might run.)
My shift starts again at ten
I’ll see the same ghosts then
[Chorus]
Found a photo in the cracked glass
Watching all the night buses pass
It’s a birthday in nineteen-eighty-four
Someone’s uncle on the kitchen floor
Frozen in a chemical haze
Better than these modern days
[Post-Chorus]
Glossy static
Quite dramatic
Slightly tragic
Plastic magic
[Outro]