Took It Right to the Face (Your Ball) - Lyrics

Took It Right to the Face (Your Ball)

(Verse 1)
We were on the pitch at golden hour, grass still wet
You said “head it!” like I’d somehow know what to do with that
I was twirling in my white skirt, pretending I could play
Didn’t see the ball come flying like a comet on its way
Black and white hexagons spinning like a cruel little game
Next thing I know I’m tasting grass and whispering your name

(Pre-Chorus)
My lipstick’s smeared, my ego’s on the ground
Crowd’s half laughing, half filming, and I’m just spinning round

(Chorus)
I took a soccer ball to the face, yeah
Right in the forehead, full disgrace
Stars exploding like the stadium lights
But I’m still standing under Friday night skies
You came running over, “Babe, are you alright?”
I said “Darling, I just wrote the bridge of my life”
‘Cause even when it hurts, I turn it into art
Took a soccer ball to the face… and it broke my heart

(Verse 2)
Now there’s a perfect circle bruise right between my eyes
Matches the one you left last summer when you said goodbye
I could’ve dodged, I could’ve played defense like a pro
Instead I stood there frozen like a girl in a music video
Cleats in the mud, pride in the wind
Another story I’ll romanticize in the end

(Pre-Chorus)
Every time I hear that whistle blow
My nose still remembers how it feels to steal the show

(Chorus)
I took a soccer ball to the face, yeah
Right in the forehead, full disgrace
Stars exploding like the stadium lights
But I’m still standing under Friday night skies
You came running over, “Babe, are you alright?”
I said “Darling, I just wrote the bridge of my life”
‘Cause even when it hurts, I turn it into art
Took a soccer ball to the face… and it broke my heart

(Bridge)
Maybe I keep falling for boys who can’t aim
Maybe I keep turning disasters into refrains
If I’m gonna get knocked down in 4K anyway
I’ll make the whole world sing it back someday
Black and white, just like the ball
I’ll wear this story like designer on the wall

(Final Chorus)
I took a soccer ball to the face, yeah
Wore that bruise like it’s Givenchy, okay?
Now the whole timeline’s laughing with me instead
Turned the header into glitter in my head
So kick it again, boy, if you dare
I’ll just write another chorus and wear it in my hair
‘Cause I take everything to the face…
And baby, I still win the game.

(Outro)
Black and white… to the face…
Yeah, I’m still singing.