Damage

Not much Friday night,

pinball, Lower East Side

Walked out of the past and into the bar

I used to think about you all the time

I would think about you all the time

Now it just feels weird, that there you are

The damage is done

Feeling like a kid again,

my eyes are glued to the floor

I hope I mumbled goodbye as you walked out the door

The damage is done

The damage is done

The damage is done

The damage is done