Broken Bottles and Bruised Knuckles

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#music #blues #hardship #fight #broken

This one reminds me of the good old days, we sure used to scrap back then!

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Busted bottles scattered 'cross this old wood floor,
Blood and bourbon—ain't comin' back for more.
Left hook memories, right hand scars,
Fightin’ with ghosts beneath neon bars.

[Chorus]
Bruised knuckles, busted pride,
I’m a stray dog howlin’ in the cold night tide.
Where the lights burn low and the truth don’t lie,
Just a broken bottle soul in a stranger’s eye.

[Verse 2]
She carved her name in my worn-out skin,
Left a hollow heart and a devilish grin.
Got fists like thunder, love like rain,
But I swing at shadows just to numb the pain.

[Chorus]
Bruised knuckles, busted pride,
I’m a rough-edge sinner on a midnight ride.
Where the lights burn low and the truth don’t lie,
Just another broken bottle, watch me die.

[Bridge]
Mirror’s cracked, but it’s tellin’ me true,
The man I see ain’t got nothin’ to lose.
Shattered past, haunted eyes,
Runnin' from the fire that I keep inside.

[Outro]
Yeah, broken bottles and bruised-up skin,
No saint’s redemption, no clean way in.
So pour one last round for the pain I know,
Here's to a fight that won’t ever let go.