Damaged Goods

Every second, every minute, every hour, every day
 We burden our minds with trivial bullshit, same face a different name
 The psycho conversation, stare at the same four walls until the paint chips away
 Well, I'm a blind man, searchin' for color in a world that's so long been grey
 Well I'm a deaf man, chasin' 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 nothin' 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..."
 Well I could spew some schematic 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 had never meant anything at all
 And when I'm not passed out, and I'm really sleepin'
 I'm always dreamin' of you
 If I could talk to my younger self now I'd say,
 "Don't take nothin' 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..."