Damaged Goods

Every second, every minute, every hour, every day
We burden our minds with trivial bullshit, same face, a different name
Recycle conversations, stare at the same four walls
Until the paint chips away

Well, I'm a blind man
Searchin' for color in a world that's so long been grey
Well, I'm a deaf man
Chasin' the echoes of a song that's already been played

If I could talk to my younger self now, I'd say
"Don't take nothin' for granted, kid
You haven't seen just how bad things can get
And you never know whatcha got 'til it's gone
You'll never know 'til it's gone"

Well, I could spew some cinematic apology
But it wouldn't do no good
The damage is done, so now all we do is run
And pretend our choices haven't killed the best in us

We'll fly a white flag
And both say everything we had never meant anything at all
And when I'm not passed out
And I'm really sleepin', I'm always dreamin' of you

If I could talk to my younger self now, I'd say
"Don't take nothin' for granted, kid
You haven't seen just how bad things can get
You never know whatcha got 'til it's gone
Never know 'til it's gone"



Credits
Writer(s): Whitney Flynn, Jesse Sendejas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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