[Verse 1] I used to dodge my own reflection Turn the mirror to the wall Wore my shame like heavy denim Ripped and dragging in the hall Let every comment cut me open Called it truth, called it deserved Put my heart in second place Like I’d done something worse [Pre-Chorus] But I’m tired of begging For a seat at my own table If I’m breathing, I’m enough Yeah, I’m finally saying [Chorus] These rough hands, soft heart I’m not breaking myself apart I’m done giving all my love away Just to watch me fade to gray These rough hands, soft heart Every scar is still art I found somebody I can trust in the dark It’s me, it’s me (My own damn spark) [Verse 2] Used to chase people who vanish Ghosts in daylight, sweet then gone Tried to shrink to fit their pockets Folded edges, came out wrong Now I’m dancing in my kitchen In my oldest t-shirt, barefoot Laughing at the tears that made Little oceans where I stood [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t perfect, I ain’t polished But I’m real and I’m still able So I pull up one more chair Say, “Sit down, you’re finally welcome” [Chorus] These rough hands, soft heart I’m not breaking myself apart I’m done giving all my love away Just to watch me fade to gray These rough hands, soft heart Every scar is still art I found somebody I can trust in the dark It’s me, it’s me (My own damn spark) [Bridge] Who held you when you crumbled? (I did) Who stayed when you were trouble? (I did) Who picked glass out of your feet Every time you hit that street Yeah, that was me That was me So I’m singing to the stranger Sleeping quiet in my chest “You’re not hard to love at all You’re the one who loved the rest” [Chorus] These rough hands, soft heart I’m not breaking myself apart I’m done giving all my love away Just to watch me fade to gray These rough hands, soft heart Every scar is still art I found somebody I can trust in the dark It’s me, it’s me (yeah, it’s always been me) These rough hands, soft heart I’m my own wild restart

rap, Alt-rock meets raw confessional rap, female vocals. First verse spoken-rap over gritty, palm-muted guitars and roomy live drums; pre-chorus adds reverb-drenched backing harmonies and rising toms. Chorus explodes with overdriven power chords, wide vocal stacks, and a soaring top-line. Bridge strips to voice and bass, then slams back into a final, anthemic hook with ad-libbed cries and crashing cymbals., raw, alternative rock, ballad

Rough Hands, Soft Heart