There’s rust on my faith, dust on my name,
I’ve been losin’ myself in the things I can’t change.
This heart’s got dents, it don’t shine like new,
But hell, it still beats — that’ll do.

So I’ll toast the ghosts that never fade,
To every wrong move I ever made.
I ain’t holy, but I’m still free,
Sippin’ on rust and whiskey.

There’s peace in the ache, truth in the pain,
Every scar’s just a song that still remains.
I tried to be clean, I tried to be pure,
But maybe broken’s what I’m built for.

Oh, the fire don’t need to burn to keep me warm,
Sometimes you live more once you’re worn.

So here’s to the nights I lost my way,
To the hearts I hurt and chose to stay.
If grace is cheap, it ain’t for me —
I’ll take my peace in rust and whiskey.

Rust and whiskey…
That’s enough for me.