MAKE SENSE OF IT (Verse 1) I stitched my scars into leather, Wore them out on Friday nights, Chasing saints in dirty bars, Praying under neon lights. Told myself the pain was scripture, Every bruise a verse by name. But no cathedral ever mourns A girl already tamed. (Pre-Chorus) I wanted grace, I wanted fire, Some salvation to conspire, But angels never linger Where the neon baptizes desire. (Chorus) Plastic halos on my dresser, Bent and broken, never fit, Tried to crown my wrecked reflection, But I can’t make sense of it. And I swore I’d be remembered, Some lost prophet, burning ghost, But all that’s left is smoke and prayer— Make sense of it… Can’t make sense of it. (Verse 2) I carved my name into the silence, Hoped the echo might remain, But the walls just swallowed secrets, Left me whispering my shame. Raised a toast to almost-lives, Drank my twenties like cheap wine. Every promise tasted bitter, Every confession came back mine. (Pre-Chorus) I wanted grace, I wanted fire, Some salvation to conspire, But angels never linger Where the neon baptizes desire. (Chorus) Plastic halos on my dresser, Bent and broken, never fit, Tried to crown my wrecked reflection, But I can’t make sense of it. And I swore I’d be remembered, Some lost prophet, burning ghost, But all that’s left is smoke and prayer— Make sense of it… Can’t make sense of it. (Bridge) Maybe beauty lives in ruin, Maybe faith was never mine. I can give the hurt a melody— It still doesn’t tell me why. (Outro) Maybe every saint’s just A burning ghost who never did. Make sense of it… Can’t make sense of it…
