Spent too long just surviving the spin

Intro

Window down two inches just to feel the drag

(drag)

Circulation coming back

Verse

Copper penny taste on the roof of my mouth

Defrost line melting as the compass turns south

Six months running like an engine on idle

Guarding every breath like an unearned title

Had my jaw locked tight in the zero-degree

Counting every red light waiting for relief

Now the asphalt is steaming from a fifteen-minute rain

Got the grease on my palm and the hum in my vein

It is a low vibration in the floor of the truck

Not a miracle, brother, and it isn't dumb luck

Just the iron in the blood finding room for the flow

Learning when to hold on, learning when to let go

Coffee in a paper cup, black with no sweet

Feel the grit of the gravel underneath my own feet

Spent four seasons ducking under the blade

Now I step in the light just to notice the shade

Chorus

I feel the blood in my knuckles again (again)

Tires humming low in the heat of the wind (the wind)

Spent too long just surviving the spin

Now the nerve endings wake where the winter has been

Yeah the nerve endings wake where the winter has been

Verse

Used to carry this frame like a porcelain vase

Moving through the rooms with an unreadable face

Every conversation felt like swimming in wool

Keeping half the tanks empty just to say I was full

Now the ribs open wide when I pull in the air

Noticed five different green leaves growing out there

On the cracked concrete ledge by the rusted escape

Took the tape off the lens, let the colors take shape

See, survival is a habit that will eat you alive

You can build a thick wall just to never arrive

So I drop both shoulders from up by my ears

Drink the cold tap water till the vision is clear

Hear the kettle whistle sharp on the second-hand coil

Watch the heat waves shimmy off the dark motor oil

Wasn't looking for a high, wasn't chasing a rush

Just the sound of my chest breaking out of the hush

Chorus

I feel the blood in my knuckles again (again)

Tires humming low in the heat of the wind (the wind)

Spent too long just surviving the spin

Now the nerve endings wake where the winter has been

Yeah the nerve endings wake where the winter has been

Bridge

Friction is a sign that the body is here

Salt stinging in the scrape makes the baseline clear

I stayed numb to stay safe, wore the frost like a shield

Now the thaw cuts through everything I concealed

Let the weather hit the skin, let the gravel bite back

No more ghost in the room, no more slack on the track

Outro

Pulse at seventy-two

(two)

Fingers on the wheel, warm

(warm)

Let it roll