
Broken Laces & Blacked-Out Pages
[Verse 1] House party in a cul-de-sac Ink stains on my thrift-store jacket You laugh as the speakers crack We’re saints in a busted bracket Scuffed shoes on the kitchen tile Lip ring taste and a crooked smile Phone dead, but I kinda like Being stuck in this borrowed life [Chorus] We’re burned-out kids with bright ideas Sharpie hearts on our cheap guitars Broken laces, blacked-out pages Still we’re aiming at the stars Yelling out in off-key stages turn the drama into art Broken laces, blacked-out pages But you still tattoo my heart (hey!) [Verse 2] You said, “Grow up” with a laughing eye Then you stole all the keys to my bike Middle finger to the perfect life As we ride through the red lights Got dreams in a ripped backpack Snacks, meds, and a panic attack But your name on my denim sleeve Feels like something I wanna keep [Chorus] We’re burned-out kids with bright ideas Sharpie hearts on our cheap guitars Broken laces, blacked-out pages Still we’re aiming at the stars Yelling out in off-key stages turn the drama into art Broken laces, blacked-out pages But you still tattoo my heart [Bridge] Yeah, I fall apart But I fall into you (into you) Every cracked, chipped part Still louder than the truth (so loud) If this is all we get Then let it be too much Sore throats, late nights Bruised knuckles, soft touch (oh yeah) [Chorus] We’re burned-out kids with bright ideas Sharpie hearts on our cheap guitars Broken laces, blacked-out pages Still we’re aiming at the stars Yelling out in off-key stages turn the drama into art Broken laces, blacked-out pages But you still tattoo my heart

