Stress Fracture

[Verse 1]
The clock on your phone says 4:03 AM, Danny.
Your hand's on my hip, still warm from the gin.
The rejection email glows, a pixelated uncanny
Blue light on the wall where the new paint is thin.

[Chorus]
And I wanna take a trowel to their whole damn street,
Plaster over the cracks they put in your name.
They see the charge sheet, not the man I meet,
So I wanna burn the paperwork, salt the whole claim.

[Verse 2]
The October cold seeps in through the window frame's rust.
I can still hear my P.O., voice like gravel and phlegm,
"'Just keep your head down,' he said, 'and earn back their trust.'"
Like it's a loan you take out, and you pay it back to them.

[Chorus]
And I wanna take a trowel to their whole damn street,
Plaster over the cracks they put in your name.
They see the charge sheet, not the man I meet,
So I wanna burn the paperwork, salt the whole claim.

[Bridge]
My own hands remember the bite of the steel
On a cot that was measured for failure and rust.
And I'd break them all over to make one thing feel
Like a home built on bedrock, not ashes and dust.

[Chorus]
(And I wanna take a trowel to their whole damn street...)
(Plaster over the cracks they put in your name...)
(They see the charge sheet... not the man I meet...)
(I just wanna... salt the whole claim...)

[Outro]
It's 4:04 AM, Danny.
The sun isn't up.