Damaged Goods

You don't say much, do you babe?
You don't say much, but that's okay
Just keep staring off into space
And I'll talk until we're both blue in the face

And I wish I could find us some magic words
To make everything alright
But just look at us, we're damaged goods
We gotta show some kind of fight

You don't say much, not a peep
But what you do say, you say it sweet
All that baggage locked away
Doesn't leave us with a whole lot left to say

And I wish I could find us some magic words
To make everything alright
But just look at us, we're damaged goods
We gotta show some kind of fight

You don't say much that doesn't smack
Of the shoeprints on your back
They'll always be there. All you can do
Is say fuck'm and the horse that they rode in on too

And I wish I could find us some magic words
To make everything alright
But just look at us, we're damaged goods
We gotta show some kind of fight