Bottoms Up

Call me the song beating in your heart
The needles mark, scrape, and pry
Damage is done, when all these cuts bleed dry
I'll have your glory carved on my chest and arms
Broken dreams spelled out in scars
Call me the hope built up just to let you down
Crippled like fractured legs
With my knees scraping on the ground
I will
I'll wear these bruises like a blanket
This lesson like a hat
Tip the brim and turn it back
To minds that won't relent
Building hearts on things we said and meant
This is how it feels to come undone