The Song

Old jean jacket

Frayed at the seams

I hit repeat

Let it talk for me

Coffee gone cold

Phone face-down

One little melody

Keeps pulling me out

It’s just a simple tune

Nothing special but it’s true

When I’m breaking

When I’m bruised

It drags me back into the blue sky

Heartache and hope collide

Every crooked note of mine

When I can’t move

That simple tune

Pulls me through

Tears on the wheel

Parked on the hill

Scream every word

Till the world goes still

All of my ghosts

Sing in the back

Somehow the hurt

Stops cutting so fast

All of my damage

Laid out in sound

Every lost battle

Somehow a crown

I don’t need perfect

I just need loud

[low vocal register] Let it crack

Let it crash

I’m proud of me now