The story
He wears the damage like he earned it.
He runs a broken hatband through his fingers and keeps the hat on anyway, like the cracks and loose ends can pass for pride. Everything around him feels worn down and practical, from the dust on his boots to the quiet that sits where easy answers should be. The hat stays put, but only just.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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