Stress Fracture

Over and over And on and on and on With memories as motive We're here then we're gone And I wear the scars below my belt With pride Knowing that I've run too far To hide It feels like I'm ready My gaze low and steady It feels like I'm ready To break Another contender Say never surrender It feels like I'm ready To break We've small-talked and half-cocked Ourselves half to death With words posed like weapons We're holding our breath And all the lines you've drawn out In the sand Are deeper than the ones Etched in your hand It feels like I'm ready My gaze low and steady It feels like I'm ready To break Another contender Say never surrender It feels like I'm ready To break I could curse the dirt below my heels And father time for all he steals But vitriol has never served me well And I've hit the ground enough to know As above, so below And if it feels like heaven It's hell It feels like I'm ready My gaze low and steady It feels like I'm ready To break Another contender Say never surrender It feels like I'm ready To