Damaged Goods

(альбом: The Deluxe Suicide-By-Cop Execution Package (Days N' Daze / Brando Chemtrails / Broken Bow) - 2014)

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, searching for color in a world that's so long been grey
Well I'm a deaf man, chasing 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 nothing 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 sleeping
I'm always dreaming of you

If I could talk to my younger self now I'd say
"Don't take nothing 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... "