[Verse 1] I was born in a backfire Cracked glass Cheap wine Mama said "baby You’re fragile" But I knew that was a lie So I took all my heartbreak Packed it into steel and chrome Chasing lines on the highway Just to feel my own [Pre-Chorus] Midnight on an exit ramp Tears on the wheel Hands cramped I asked my shadow "who are you?" She said "I’ve been waiting For you to tell the truth" [Chorus] I was born for the break Not broken Every scar on my skin is open Road dust Sweat And these shaking hands Turned fear into fire Then fire into plans Getting in touch with my heart again Healing so deep it turns love back on Living so loud in my own damn skin That loving feels like coming home [Verse 2] Talked to ghosts on the CB Heard my doubts in the whine of the gears Sang my secrets to the moonlight ‘Til I ran out of fear Pulled over at a diner Face raw Mascara gone Looked up in that greasy mirror Said "girl You been here all along" [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t your fragile porcelain I’m forged from all the roads I’ve been Every wrong turn Every dead-end sign Just spun my compass Back to what was mine [Chorus] I was born for the break Not broken Every scar on my skin is open Road dust Sweat And these shaking hands Turned fear into fire Then fire into plans Getting in touch with my heart again Healing so deep it turns love back on Living so loud in my own damn skin That loving feels like coming home [Bridge] (Yeah) I used to beg to be enough Now I’m the one I’m dreaming of If you can’t hold this holy mess You can watch me As I bless Every mile Every bruise Every burn I don’t run from myself I return [Chorus] I was born for the break Not broken Every scar on my skin is open Road dust Sweat And these shaking hands Turned fear into fire Then fire into plans Getting in touch with my heart again Healing so deep it turns love back on Living so loud in my own damn skin That loving feels like coming home [Outro] Yeah Loving feels like coming home To me (oh, to me)

rock, Blues-funk-rock groove with female vocals, smoky low register on verses, growing into a fiery belt on the hook. Fingerstyle blues guitar over swampy bass, tight pocket drums with a greasy backbeat, and a fuzzed slide answering vocal phrases. Pre-chorus adds organ swells; chorus opens with stacked harmonies and tambourine. Bridge strips to voice, bass, and rimshots, then slams back in with a gritty, overdriven final chorus., blues, healing, funk rock

Born For The Break