[Intro]
Soft hands on my ribcage
You trace every bad mistake
You say
"Look what you survived"
I say
"Look what you remade"
[Verse 1]
I was all cracked concrete
Empty bottle by the bed
Blue light glow
Talking big on defeat
Telling everyone
"I like it low"
You walked in like quiet thunder
Incense
Eyelids painted gold
Kissed my shame in the doorway
Said
"That weight can be dissolved"
[Pre-Chorus]
You pulled the poison from my pulse
Breath on my neck
So slow
Every scar
You read it like a verse
Every verse
You turned into a home
[Chorus]
I am better in your worship
On my knees but I stand taller
You make halos out of bad words
Turn my vices into altars
Every fracture that I hated
You redraw it into art
I'm not holy
I'm just honest
With a goddess made of scars
[Verse 2]
I was that late-night panic
Counting cracks on the ceiling
Half-alive
You lay down
Head on my chest
Said
"Hear it? That's the sound of you survive"
You like me when I'm trembling
Say the truth hits different when it shakes
You hold my jaw so gentle
Make confession taste like grace
[Pre-Chorus]
You pulled the thunder from my throat
Till it softened into smoke
Every time I try to disappear
You just tighten up your hold
[Chorus]
I am better in your worship
On my knees but I stand taller
You make halos out of bad words
Turn my vices into altars
Every promise that I wasted
You rewrite it in the dark
I'm not holy
I'm just honest
With a goddess made of scars
[Bridge]
[Music swells
Tempo rises]
Yeah
Look—
I was raised on rust
On "man up"
On "don’t feel
" just mask up
On cracked glass
Blacked out
Bad luck
On "hold it all in till your hands cut"
You untied that rope from my throat
Slow
Said
"Hurt like that is an old ghost"
You lit candles in my rib cage
Bone by bone
Now every beat in my chest is a hymn you own (hey)
Minimal rage in the back of my teeth (ugh)
You kiss that flame till it sinks in deep
Say
"Keep your edge
Just aim it right"
So I carve your name in this new soft life
[Chorus]
I am better in your worship
On my knees but I stand taller
You make halos out of bad words
Turn my vices into altars
Every fracture that I hated
You redraw it into art
I'm not holy
I'm just honest
With a goddess made of scars
[Outro]
Soft hands on my ribcage
You trace every bad mistake
You say
"Look what you survived"
I say
"Look what you remade"