Static on the TV 
An open window and no breeze 
A ceiling fan that doesn’t move 
Music playing with no groove 
A dime bag without smoke 
A stutter and a choke
Phones that stopped ringing 
The radios aren’t singing 
My hands are still… still 
For the third time, “I will” 
California sun burns hot 
The only warmth I’ve got 
These people are shady 
These days are hazy

Stagnant; I’m still life 
But am I still alive? 

There’s no fear in the streets 
This city always sleeps 
The sky won’t shine 
Yea that’s fine 
The gray sun sets
In a place that I’ll forget 
A whisper and a gasp 
Drama has a tight grasp 
The trees don’t breathe 
Lips cover shy teeth 
The highs are dull 
My eyes are full 
When the moon weeps 
I run without sleep 

Stagnant; I’m still life 
But am I still alive?