Текст песни Damage - Eleventyseven

You nail your crosses to your prom queens
Youth grown in a closet full of bones
Left over from your sad nights at nineteen
Slice toes just to fit glass slippers
On your next stepsister with a rap sheet
All toast to the last man standing on your graveyard planet
Yeah, we might be
All cut from the same broken glass
The same broken past, yeah

All I can do, make this promise to you
That my damage could be your damage, too
Can you manage the mood when the panic ensues?
Yeah, my damage could be your damage, too
Could be your damage
Could be your damage

Sharp words from the soft life
Hard dreams woke you up soaking wet
Black magic in your sweat for the next life
Have you come under threat from the home?
Militia in your mind's eye
First kiss under moonlight
Hot tears from a sad song
Maybe that's what the flood's like
Cool water on your brimstone

All I can do, make this promise to you
That my damage could be your damage, too
Can you manage the mood when the panic ensues?
Yeah, my damage could be your damage, too
Could be your damage
Could be your damage

All I can do, make this promise to you
That my damage could be your damage, too
Can you manage the mood when the panic ensues?
Yeah, my damage could be your damage, too
Could be your damage
Could be your damage