Page 130 of August Lane

Verse 2: Luke

Pain is what I’m made of

Blood that burns

Breaths that cut me

I sing about love with bruises

But listen closely

There’s fire underneath

These bones don’t break

Is that what scares you

A guy like me with this guitar

If three chords and the truth

Are these chords

Our truth

We’ll finally see

What makes a real country star

Chorus

I can be more than just these bones

Your bones

Our bones

Your pretty words won’t hide these blows

That take

My bones

The Bridge: August

More than bones

I’m flesh and blood

It’s my forgiveness

That starts the flood

Chorus

We can be more than just these bones

Your bones