Damaged Goods

You break your things as you throw them around.
Plastic broken, wood is chipped, as they hit the ground.
Maybe it hurts for them
Maybe it hurts for them

I think I see bits of glass lying over there.
Are you gonna clear them up, or perhaps not care?
The glass might cut
The glass might cut

Can’t be used cuz they’re damaged goods.
Damaged and broken, can’t be used.

When you first saw me I was beautiful.
Maybe even the best thing to happen to you.
You forgot
You forgot

I’m not a shirt from the department store.
Not some lousy shelf, lamp, chair that’s been used before.
But a child
Only a child

A child’s been thrown around like a ragdoll.
Head split open guts strewn over your whitewashed floors.
What more do you expect?
What more do you expect?

Can’t be used cuz they’re damaged goods.
Damaged and broken, can’t be used.