[Verse 1] I've got salt stitched into my sleeves, Wind that never learned to leave. Every wrong turn marked the chart, Every crack still holds a spark. [Pre-Chorus] Straight lines never found the sea, Perfect maps don't set you free. [Chorus] Raise your crooked colors high, Laugh beneath a stormy sky. Scars don't sink what storms reveal— You don't have to be perfect to be real. Kick the dust, ring the bell, Wear your stories, wear them well. Every flaw becomes the wheel; You don't have to be perfect to be real. [Verse 2] The tide still hums forgotten names, But I won't drown in yesterday. Every bruise became a compass, Pointing somewhere wild and honest. [Bridge] If the sea can keep on dancing With a thousand shattered waves, Maybe all our little fractures Are the reasons that we're brave.
