Days N' Daze - Damaged goods

^CEvery second, every minute, ^Eevery hour, every day We burden our ^Amminds with trivial bullsh^Git, same f^Face a different name ^CThe psycho conversation, ^Estare at the same four ^Amwalls until the ^Gpaint chips a^Fmway ^CWell, I'm a blind man, searchin'^E for color in ^Ga world that's^Am so long been ^Fgrey ^CWell I'm a deaf man, chasin' the e^Echoes of a s^Gong that's alr^Ameady been pla^Fmyed

^AmIf I could talk to my younger self now I'd sa^Fy, "Don't take nothin' for granted, kid ^AmYou haven't seen just how ba^Fd things can get ^AmAnd you never know what'cha got 'till it's g^Fone ^AmNever know 'ti^Fmll it's gon^Ce..."

^CWell I could spew some sc^Ehematic apology ^AmBut it wo^Guldn't do no g^Food ^CThe damage is done, so now^E all we do is run ^AmAnd pretend our choices ^Ghaven't killed the best^Fm in us ^CWe'll fly a white flag, and both say ^Eeverything had ^Amnever meant ^Ganything at al^Fl ^CAnd when I'm not passed out, and ^EI'm really sleepin' ^AmI'm always ^Gdreamin' of y^Fmou

^AmIf I could talk to my younger self now I'd sa^Fy, "Don't take nothin' for granted, kid ^AmYou haven't seen just how ba^Fd things can get ^AmAnd you never know what'cha got 'till it's ^Fgone ^AmNever know ^Fm'till it's gone..^C."

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