Verse 1

You drew a line across the kitchen tile

Said I had one chance, gave me half a smile

I packed the truth inside a broken case

And left your borrowed keys beside the frame

Pre-Chorus

Every warning wore your handwriting

Every promise came with a price

Now the floor is shaking under me

And I am done asking twice

Chorus

Turn it up, let the windows rattle

I was built for the middle of the battle

No retreat, no apology

You don't get another piece of me

Turn it up, let the old walls crack

I found my pulse and I won't give it back

If the whole town hears my name