Decorated Scars

It's like the scene of a collision.

Scattered on the asphalt,

Pieces broken and missing.

Let's stop and sift, dig through the wreckage.

Salvage all the good parts

And learn to make them fit.

Then live best we can, best we can

And try to forgive best we can, best we can.

I know you been hurt. Whoever got here first,

They ripped you right apart, dissected your heart.

But here and now, I got you figured out.

I looked you up and down

And found the best decorated scars.

Stop throwing punches at each other.

Try standing back to back,

Taking on all comers.

And when we're down, and we're out and breathless,

Pick each other up and dust each other off.

Then live best we can, best we can

And try to forgive best we can, best we can.

I know you been hurt. Whoever got here first,

They ripped you right apart, dissected your heart.

But here and now, I got it figured out.

I looked around and found

We're all just decorated scars.

The good part of getting older:

You don't have to care about what's cool.

The worst part is finally learning

So many of the old cliches are true.

Like "Don't quit," "Enjoy the moment"

'Cause we're totally screwed.

You know I've been cut. Now I'm healing up.

I've got a story to spin. It's more interesting than before.

Perfection is a bore.

I looked around and found

We're all just decorated scars.