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 what'cha got 'till it's gone

You'll never know 'till 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

And you never know what'cha got 'till it's gone

Never know 'till it's gone