Harmonic Damage

[Verse 1]
This hairline fracture on my knuckle's white
From that Schwinn chain on Lipan Street that night.
The third of June, the asphalt breathing tar,
I still feel the resonant hum of your car.
You laughed it off, a kid's design flaw,
Said, "It's just a little shear stress, man," and that was all.

[Chorus]
They say the body keeps the score, a living blueprint of the pain,
But this scar is just a scalar quantity in the pouring rain.
It's holding tension I can't calculate, a force I can't contain,
It's just harmonic damage, vibrating with your name.

[Verse 2]
My Lola asked about you yesterday,
I said you're working somewhere far away.
This hollow space below my ribs is new,
A cantilevered grief I can't design my way through.
It's not the sadness, it's the rage that's real,
That your component parts are gone, but this dull ache is steel.

[Chorus]
They say the body keeps the score, a living blueprint of the pain,
But this scar is just a scalar quantity in the pouring rain.
It's holding tension I can't calculate, a force I can't contain,
It's just harmonic damage, vibrating with your name.

[Bridge]
A body's just a lattice frame, designed to bear a certain load,
But you were a foundation pile driven deep beside the road.
And now there's just a void where all the load-paths used to go.

[Chorus]
They say the body keeps the score, a living blueprint of the pain,
But this scar is just a scalar quantity in the pouring rain.
It's holding tension I can't calculate, a force I can't contain,
It's just harmonic damage, vibrating with your name.

[Outro]
This scar is just a scar, and I'm still here.