Damages

Beneath a clear Midwest sky
I see the damages cost too much
To justify this perfect night
It can't replace the human touch
Well, I was caught up in your rapture
And you always want to celebrate
Just a moment I couldn't capture
Some memory I can't recreate

It never hurt so much to say
I miss the way things used to be

Yeah, I'm watching bitches on the dance floor
While I try not to think where you are
So that's what the drinks were for
So I climb in the back of a smoke filled car
Some stoned schizophrenic wannabe rockstar
Is talking my ear off while I dream of your lips
Of course the past lead to this

It never hurt so much to say
I miss the way things used to be



Credits
Writer(s): David D'amato
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