Rust on Our Patches

[Verse 1]
You picked the same bar
Same chipped stool by the door
Fifteen years of nothing
Spilled out on this sticky floor
Your jacket still studded
My patches all frayed and torn
You say, "I tried to get clean, kid"
I say, "Too late, I was born"
[Chorus]
Rust on our patches
Ink on our skin
Blood in the carpet
Where do we begin?
I hear your story
But it cuts like a blade
I can't forgive you
Yet here we are anyway
[Verse 2]
You light up, your hands shake
Say the nights got sharp and mean
You traded my birthdays
For a busted TV screen
I laugh like it's nothing
But it hits me right in the teeth
Your eyes look just like mine
When I'm grinding in my sleep
[Chorus]
Rust on our patches
Ink on our skin
Blood in the carpet
Where do we begin?
I hear your story
But it cuts like a blade
I can't forgive you
Yet here we are anyway
[Bridge]
[Music kicks into double-time, shouted vocals]
We’re two dead ends
On the same black road (hey!)
Spitting in the wind
Carrying the load
You say, "I wanna try"
I say, "We'll see"
You broke my home
I broke me
[Chorus]
Rust on our patches
Ink on our skin
Blood in the carpet
Where do we begin?
We’re stuck in the middle
Of what you did and what I became
I can’t forgive you
But I’m here, so stay
[Outro]
Slow walk to the station
Boots tapping cracked cement
We don’t hug, we don’t make peace
Just a nod, and the night gets spent
Two punks in the silence
Same sickness in our veins
Life goes on in crooked lines
Maybe we meet again (maybe)

rock, Slow, grinding punk-metal fusion with male vocals; tom-heavy drums and a filthy, detuned bass driving a halftime stomp. Verses sit in a tense, spoken-snarled delivery over palm-muted guitars; chorus cracks open with gang vocals, ska upstroke skanks on guitar, and crashing cymbals. Bridge dives into a double-time skate-punk burst, then collapses back into a sludgy, feedback-soaked outro, leaving vocal grit and raw emotion front and center., metal, punk, slow, ska