Damaged people love you like a crime scene Before any crime had been committed They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep
Damaged people love in the most broken way Damaged people love in the most gentle way Damaged people do not love Damaged people love too much
Their backs are always too tense, too tight Made this way from carrying too many broken things Because we all know broken things are the heaviest Just look the weight of a broken heart
Damaged people will love that too Damaged people love broken things Because they remind them of themselves
Damaged people take broken things And love them to the end Trying to find that one broken thing That will fit their cracks.
Damaged people love so well
They love like this because they have already seen Hell And they know that every evil demon Was once an angel before they fell.