Kickflip Heartache

[Verse 1]
Woke up late
Shoes by the door
Same ripped jeans
Same slammed door
Mom’s voice fading down the hall
Board in my hand
That’s all
[Chorus]
I’m just a kid on a busted board
Trying to land this day
Not hit the floor
Scraped up knees and a kickflip heartache
Falling apart on the driveway
Yeah
I crash
But I stand again
Let the asphalt pull me back in
If growing up means rolling away
I’ll stay spinning in place
[Verse 2]
Parking lot crew
Friday at three
Bruised shins
Cheap soda
We’re free
You said “don’t change” over the noise
Then left with the college-bound boys
[Chorus]
I’m just a kid on a busted board
Trying to land this day
Not hit the floor
Scraped up knees and a kickflip heartache
Falling apart on the driveway
Yeah
I crash
But I stand again
Let the asphalt pull me back in
If growing up means rolling away
I’ll stay spinning in place
[Bridge]
Every crack in this street knows my name (hey!)
Every fall taught me how to take pain
If the world wants me off this ride
Guess I’ll grind down the edge of the night
[Chorus]
I’m just a kid on a busted board
Trying to land this day
Not hit the floor
Scraped up knees and a kickflip heartache
Falling apart on the driveway
Yeah
I crash
But I stand again
Let the asphalt pull me back in
If growing up means rolling away
I’ll keep spinning in place (oh)
I’ll keep spinning in place

rock, Crunchy pop-punk guitars and driving bass, uptempo but emotional. Verses sit in a half-time groove with tight hi-hats; chorus slams into full-speed drums and wide power chords. Male vocals with stacked gang shouts on hooks, brief guitar lead under the bridge, big open ending on a held vocal note.