Damaged Goods

By Josh Doyle

On Middletown

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If you came back, damaged goods

I would take you in and make you better

But you have to accept

That I'm not the boy from those love letters

We may have to build our lives

With whatever broken tools we find

We may have to build our walls

As the worlds of those around us fall

If you go and come back to me

I will love it, leave it, store you baby

Though it causes me so much pain

I will love you again until you need me

We may have to build our lives

With whatever broken stones we find

We will have to build our lives again

'Cause we're all just damaged goods

Now we're all misunderstood

Though we're all just damaged goods

We're afraid of being bruised

If you came back soiled and broke

I would clean you up and dress your wounds

I can't promise there won't be pain

I will be there when you feel confused

We may have to build our walls

With the broken wrecks of what we had

You may have to break my fall again

'Cause we're all just damaged goods

Now we're all misunderstood

Yeah we're all just damaged goods

We're afraid of being bruised

If I can't quite open up

If I can't yet learn to trust

Baby I've been burnt

You've gotta give me time

To get these thorns inside, inside

'Cause we're all just damaged goods

Now we're all misunderstood

And we're all just damaged goods

Afraid of being bruised

'Cause we're all just damaged goods

Misunderstood

Afraid of being bruised

We're just damaged goods