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