Build From The Breaking

Small town, quiet streets
A suitcase by the door
Mama says, "Just stay
You don't need anything more
But the dreams in my chest
Are too loud for these walls
So, I'm leaving before sunrise ignoring
All the calls
I was built from the breaking
I was made out of the fall
Every crack is a window
Every scar tells it all
They can count me out sleeping but
I'm waking up strong
Built from the breaking and
I'm singing songs
Midnight bus to the city
Neon burning my eyes
Nobody knows my name here
And nobody says goodbye
$20 and a guitar
A promise to myself that
I won't crawl back home
With my dreams
On the shelf