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