Scars on Scars - Martin Luke Brown

Like the spark before the flame

Or the calm before the storm

It’s a needle to the vein

And I’ll always be wanting more

I close my eyes at night

But I wake up in a daydream

Been here a thousand times before

Is there pleasure in this pain?

Different people, fresher faces

But their words always sound the same

Knocked so hard upon the door

But all it does is hurt me

I got these scars on scars from making all the same mistakes

I’m pulling myself apart, waiting on a hurricane

To come and roll me like thunder, carry me under

Then spit me back out to the sky

Maybe these scars on scars, they’re telling me I’m still alive

I’m still alive

Sitting on my own again

Hoping something’s going to change

Where’s the happiness in torture?

What’s the sense in becoming insane?

Another corner of my mind

I feel moments, but never the full thing

I got these scars on scars from making all the same mistakes

I’m pulling myself apart, waiting on a hurricane

To come and roll me like thunder, carry me under

Then spit me back out to the sky

But maybe these scars on scars, they’re telling me I’m still alive

I’m still alive

I’m still alive

Yeah, I’m bleeding but I’m not undone

All this healing is making me strong

I might be fading but I’m never gone, yeah

I got these scars on scars from making all the same mistakes

I’m pulling myself apart, waiting on a hurricane

To come and roll me like thunder, carry me under

Then spit me back out to the sky

But maybe these scars on scars, they’re telling me I’m still alive

I’m still alive