Austin Webb - Stitches

When I could sit on the seat and my feet could touch the ground
I'd grip the bars, pedal hard, and fall down
Rubber and spokes on a gravel road is how I learned to ride
Training wheels were only for boys afraid to fly
And it was worth the stitches

From riding a bike, to Friday nights, running hot and wild
Growing up, pressing luck, a wide-eyed rebel child
When I fell for a southern belle who was going through hell one night
I broke the rest of the drunken fist that made those green eyes cry
It was worth the stitches
It was worth the stitches

We all bleed memories, we're all marking time
And when you lose, get cut and bruised, it's the story of our lives
Sowing seeds, legacies, of what we leave behind
You had to kill me before I let you take my life
It's worth the stitches
It's all worth the stitches

So I didn't flinch or give an inch as I laid there in the dirt
With every breath, I was daring death to have the last word
With a soldier's heart, I did my part, what I signed up to do
Fighting for the green-eyed girl in the red, white, and blue

We all bleed memories, we're all marking time
And when you lose, get cut and bruised, it's the story of our lives
Sowing seeds, legacies, of what we leave behind
You had to kill me before I let you take my life
Whoa, it's worth the stitches, yeah
It's all worth the stitches
Worth the stitches