Wounded

The guy who put his hands on you

Has got nothing to do with me

And the bruises that you feel will heal

And I hope you'll come around

'Cuz we're missing you

And you used to speak so easy

Now you're afraid to talk to me

It's like walking with the wounded

Carrying that weight way too far

The concrete pulled you down so hard

Out there with the wounded

We're missing you

And I never claimed to understand

What happens after dark

But my fingers catch the sparks

At the thought of touching you

When you're wounded

Pour it out boys

Let me break it down to revise the issue

We miss your face and you know I wish you

Would come back down to the Dalva Bar

You tell them, "That's just my battle scar"

I want to kiss you

And knock 'em down like we used to

You're the marigold

Well you walking down shaking that thing all day

And then you walk on baby, walk on, you walk on

On and on

You're an angel in the pit

With her hands in the air

And we're missing you

Now it's fall and your shoulders get tighter

Nervous flicks on the lighter, boots

Your pissed off poets, and your women's groups

And the friends with you, we should've known this fool

Well, I guess we missed the mark

Still my fingers catch the sparks

At the thought of them touching you

And now you're wounded

Let me break it down to revise the issue

You never come around and you know we miss you

Well nobody took your pride away

You tell 'em, "That's just what people say"

Back down the bully to the end of the bus

It's time for them to be scared of us

Till you're yelling, how we living?

'Cuz you got the ball

Then you rock on baby, rock on, you rock on

You're a summertime hottie

With her feet in the air

You're singing, "I don't care, I don't care "

Yeah baby you show up