[Intro: SCOTT — Quiet] Funny thing about getting older... You stop counting birthdays. Start counting people. Places. Mistakes. Miles. [Beat Builds] [Verse 1: SCOTT] Got miles on the clock and a few dents inside, Names I still carry every time that I drive, People I’ve lost, people still here, People I nearly pushed away through fear. I used to think growing meant knowing your shit, Turns out you’re mostly guessing and pretending that’s it. Bills. Work. Family. Trying to stay strong. Then one phone call happens and the whole fucking world feels wrong. Life doesn’t ask permission. It just moves. And somehow you keep moving with it too. [Chorus: SCOTT — Melodic] Miles on the clock, but I’m still rolling on, Some days feel short, some nights feel fucking long. Got memories behind me, got people by my side, Every mark I carry came from somewhere in this life. Miles on the clock, I ain’t trying to rewind, I can miss what’s gone without leaving me behind. [Verse 2: SCOTT] I’ve made mistakes I’d change if I could, Said things badly when I meant something good, Held on too tightly, thought love meant control, Tried fixing everything till I fucked up the whole. That’s hard to admit. But it’s true. And pretending otherwise doesn’t make a better you. So now I’m learning not every wrong needs defence, Sometimes “I fucked up” is a complete fucking sentence. No explanation. No courtroom speech. No dragging everybody back through the same old week. Just learn. Do better. Keep going. Maybe that’s what growing is. [Chorus] Miles on the clock, but I’m still rolling on, Some days feel short, some nights feel fucking long. Got memories behind me, got people by my side, Every mark I carry came from somewhere in this life. Miles on the clock, I ain’t trying to rewind, I can miss what’s gone without leaving me behind. [Bridge: SCOTT — Spoken] There are people I’d give anything to have one more conversation with. But I can’t. So I carry them. Different thing. [Verse 3: SCOTT — Emotional] Sometimes a song hits and suddenly I’m there, Same voice in my head, same face, same chair. Grief’s fucking strange. It doesn’t disappear. It just learns where to sit while you carry the years. Some days it whispers. Some days it kicks doors. Some days you laugh at memories you used to cry for. And that’s alright. I think. Because loving someone doesn’t end when they leave, And smiling again isn’t some form of fucking betrayal or deceit. So I’ll keep the stories. Keep the names. Keep the little things nobody else can explain. They ride with me. Every mile. [Instrumental Lift] [Verse 4: SCOTT — Hopeful] And I’ve still got people I’m lucky to know, People I love even when I’m shit at showing it though. Still got mornings. Still got nights. Still got chances to get some things right. Still got that blue BMW with another fucking noise I’ll convince myself means the engine’s destroyed. Probably fine. Probably. But that’s life. Bit broken. Bit funny. Bit cruel. Bit bright. And for all the shit I’ve said about wanting peace... Turns out I don’t want life quiet. I just want it honest. [Final Chorus — Euphoric] MILES ON THE CLOCK, AND I’M STILL ROLLING ON, CARRYING THE PEOPLE AND THE PLACES THAT ARE GONE. GOT SCARS IN THE MIRROR, GOT ROAD IN MY SIGHT, I DON’T NEED TO FORGET TO KEEP LIVING MY LIFE. MILES ON THE CLOCK, LET THE OLD DAYS RIDE, THEY’RE PART OF WHO I AM BUT THEY DON’T HAVE TO DRIVE. HEADLIGHTS FORWARD. MEMORIES BEHIND. AND A FUCKING LOT MORE ROAD I STILL WANT TO FIND. [Outro: SCOTT — Soft] Wouldn’t erase the miles. Even the bad ones. They got me here. [End]
