Violent Grace

I wear the mark of a bad decision

Still got fire in my chest

I made a mess in the middle of the room

Kicked my luck like a bottle to the curb Everybody stared when

the silence broke I learned fast how a dirty truth burns My

hands shook but I never went numb I took blame with a

grin and a cut lip If I fall then I fall on

my own name No saint face,

just sweat and a hard stare

Say it plain, I was wrong

Say it loud, move along

But the scar learned my song And it made me strong Mistake,

mistake, I tattooed it in flame

Mistake, mistake, now I carry the name I broke,

I bled, I still came back the same

Mistake, mistake, you don't get to decide my shame You can talk

from the rail with your clean white grin I was down in

the mud where the real fights live Had a plan,

lost the map, kept moving anyway Every bruise on my frame put

steel in my rib cage She said rise,

he said run, I said watch me stand Built a bridge from

the wreck with my bare two hands No rewrite,

no excuse, no pretty disguise Just a mouth full of truth and

a storm in my eyes (ah)

I know what I did

I know what it cost

But I found my pulse in the things I lost (oh) I

won't bow down to the weight Mistake,

mistake, I tattooed it in flame Mistake,

mistake, now I carry the name

I broke, I bled,

I still came back the same Mistake,

mistake, you don't get to decide my shame

My mistake made muscle out of pain

I walk on with the mark and the grace