Scrap Metal Crown

[Verse 1]
You keep the busted fuse from his Camaro on the dash,
A little glass trophy from the first time you two crashed.
Fourteen years old, smelling of spray paint and cheap cologne,
Swore you'd own this city from a junkyard throne.
You pushed his engine harder than you ever pushed your own.

[Chorus]
So this isn't grief, it's just a gear that's stripped.
This isn't heartbreak, just a clutch that slipped.
You're not looking back, you're just checking the blind spot,
Taking the crown he left to rust here in the parking lot.

[Verse 2]
Last Tuesday, you saw his sister working at the Ross on Gateway East.
The air still tastes like rubber some of these summer nights.
He called you once from college, voice all static on the line,
He laughed and said "bro, it's just a different kind of fast."

[Chorus]
But this isn't grief, it's just a gear that's stripped.
This isn't heartbreak, just a clutch that slipped.
You're not looking back, you're just checking the blind spot,
Taking the crown he left to rust here in the parking lot.

[Bridge]
You let the dust settle on the passenger side door.
Don't even say his name out loud anymore.

[Outro]
Ay ay, you're the king of what's left behind.
Órale, you're the king of what you're gonna find.