Damage

Woke up with a war in my head

An old man's grumble

And an extra space in the bed

And if ol' John Prine can't sing the next line

'Bout something that can make me smile

Gonna have to be content

To stare at your baby photos till it makes some sense

Were you ever mine anyway

Speak up as i drop away

I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick

Wrote it all short and sweet all, all that makes sense to me

Burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all the times

I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done

I fell for you like a doll from a tree

Keep a straight stitched face

As the ground makes a bed for me

I keep my eye where i fell, sends no replies

That you're never at home for the fun

I can't make excuses

For the shorthand abuses

Thank god it ain't a Sunday night

I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick

Wrote it all short and sweet all, all that makes sense to me

Burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all the times

I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done

I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick

Wrote it all short and sweet, all that makes sense to me

Buring out in the lights, sorry for all times

I just can't see how it comes

The damage we've done

The damage we've done

The damage we've done