🌧️ “Sunday Morning Static” 
A quiet hymn for the self — brewed slow like morning coffee.
This song hums with soft rebellion, rain-soaked windows,
and the beauty of finally choosing your own rhythm.

Set to warm vinyl tones and Rhodes whispers,
“Sunday Morning Static” is a tender anthem
for anyone reclaiming peace after the noise.
No heartbreak, no hunger — just the sound of a woman coming home to herself.

Sunday Morning Static

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning static on the radio dial,
Been a minute, honey, since I let myself smile.
Got my own damn sugar, make my coffee sweet,
Just the sound of my own heart, to the rhythm of the street.

[Pre-Chorus]
Window cracked, and the breeze rolls in,
Scent of rain, and a second chance on my skin.
Ain’t no plans, but it feels just right —
Movin’ slow in the afterlight.

[Chorus]
It’s a slow burn, baby, a quiet fire,
Gettin’ high on nothin’ but my own desire.
No secondhand promises, no borrowed time,
The only love I’m chasin’ now… is finally mine.

[Verse 2]
Vinyl hums through a dusty old groove,
Bare feet tappin' in a new kinda mood.
I light a smoke I don’t plan to finish,
Just for the shape of the flame — and how long it lingers.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Curtains sway like a secret hymn,
Sippin’ sunlight like it’s poured from sin.
Don’t need much, just the day and me —
Takin’ back my own company.

[Chorus 2]
It’s a slow burn, baby, a soft return,
To the girl I was before I had to learn.
No more waiting on a call that won’t come through —
This quiet feels like something new.

[Bridge] (spoken-sung, intimate)
Used to be I’d fear the quiet…
Now it plays in stereo.
Peace don’t come with a bang, babe —
It hums real low.

[Final Chorus]
It’s a slow burn, baby, and I’m still alight,
Glowin’ steady through the longest night.
Ain’t fallin’ for the fire I used to crave —
I’m the spark now… I behave.
Yeah, the only love I’m chasin’ now…
is mine to save.

Sunday Morning Static

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