who wants damaged goods?

twenty four hours
and look where it got me
rock bottom looks a lot like home

if the beginning even matters now
with such a finale
I told myself you could be different
never believing a word of it
but the hope crept in and devoured the doubt

you pulled the lines out of your pockets
and threw them on the table
knowing I wouldn't be able to resist
the time and place
knowing it would only be a matter of time before...

I used to shake at the sound of your voice
and now I can't close my eyes
without finding you lurking there
I'll force them open
you've become my biggest fear

if I wasn't the one making the bad decisions before
I'm now throwing myself in circles
knowing there's a possibility that I won't be making it out alive
if I thought I was broken before
I've become the true definition of damaged*

I never gave you permission
to steal my life out from on top of me
and pretend like it was what I wanted all along
how long did it take for you to convince yourself
that your every move was justified?

you talked to me
and tried to talk me out of the truth
promising a second round
you're vocabulary lacking when
I try to remind you that
I never wanted the first



*damaged: Harm or injury to property or a person, resulting in loss of value or the impairment of usefulness.