Damaged Goods - Post Animal

There’s thrill in the danger

Of having it all

It’s not like it made ya

But it’s not your call

Have you ever felt it

It lives without a name

It’s more like a feeling

If feeling felt the same

Now you’ll start to worry

And worry’s no good

For it shows no mercy

If misunderstood

A detrimental concept to inflict upon oneself

I’d offer my condolences if you’d put the words to rest

Now that’s it’s made you

Are you really whole?

Now that you’ve got something

Is thrill just fear disguised?

Although you deserve it

You’ll try to no avail

To find out its purpose

Is forever veiled

An interesting concept to attribute reason for

Impenetrable fortresses always have hidden doors

A detrimental concept to inflict upon oneself

I’d offer words of wisdom if I had the words to tell

We are stuck inside a home unsettled

What good is it if you can’t give it back?

I like, you like, we like nothing

But we pretend that we’re happy

There is nothing left to give