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