Kickflip Heartache

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

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

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

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

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

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