Stable Ground (version 2)

Verse

Faded tape in the attic trunk

Aunt's handwriting where the pen went drunk

Rip-tear edges, smudged and worn thin

She used to read it back before I'd begin

I wrote about nothing, just the same old street

Windows rattling like they're trying to repeat

Dust on my fingers where the pencil cracked

Same four walls watching me turn back

Every story had a ghost inside

One I couldn't shake and one I wouldn't hide

Pen ran dry before I found a word to say

So I started talking to myself in gray

Pre-Chorus

Can you hear the hum, can you feel it climb?

This is where it starts, this is my time

Chorus

I'm writing out the static in my mind

Finding steady ground, leaving the noise behind

Every page a promise that I won't give up now

Stable ground in this attic somehow

I'm writing out the static in my mind

Finding steady ground, leaving the noise behind

Verse 2

Cousin's camera caught me hunched over tight

Sunlight streaming through where it shouldn't be right

Shadows on my face that I didn't draw

Aunt said 'that's where your stories grow

Pencils kept disappearing in the same drawer

Every time I found a new one, more words came for sure

Floor creaked beneath my feet but I stayed put still

I was writing out the house and all its chill

Pre-Chorus

Can you hear the hum, can you feel it climb?

This is where it starts, this is my time

Chorus

I'm writing out the static in my mind

Finding steady ground, leaving the noise behind

Every page a promise that I won't give up now

Stable ground in this attic somehow

I'm writing out the static in my mind

Finding steady ground, leaving the noise behind

Bridge

No one was there to read what I wrote

Just the dust and me against the smoke

That's when I started talking loud and clear

To the four walls that never said a fear

This attic air is where it first began

Not as a writer but as a man

Every sentence built another brick of steel

So if you're standing on shaky ground, just feel

Chorus

I'm writing out the static in my mind

Finding steady ground, leaving the noise behind

Every page a promise that I won't give up now

Stable ground in this attic somehow

I'm writing out the static in my mind

Finding steady ground, leaving the noise behind