Static - Tigers Jaw

Hello old friend

You are a vanishing act

You’re sending signals

I’m receiving static

Maybe if he was more like his brother

He’d have it together

And I can’t take the helplessness of being so far away

Maybe I drive too fast when I’m alone

But who would know?

I can take what’s left of this and reconstruct

It makes sense in the past tense

Can’t hold its weight today

Where is our solid ground?

My head it lies at the confluence

Of insanity here in my room

And of catastrophe in letters

I cannot see my own hands