(Ft. Dierks Bentley)

I got a souvenir on my leg
The time I stack my bike
A piece of history on my lip
The day I learned how to fight
I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt

Scars talking about stories
Some are like medals
We wear with glory
Scars, fading with time
You got yours I got mine

Too much trouble and some grumble
All I saw was dust
And my whole life flashing before me
I can still feel ‘em stitching me up
I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn
You play with fire, you gonna get burnt

Scars talking about stories
Some are like medals
We wear with glory
Scars, fading with time
You got yours I got mine

Then there’s one it won’t heal
She cut me real

Scars talking about stories
Some are like medals
We wear with glory
Scars, fading with time
You got yours I got mine