Damage

And now you’ve got your face on the scene.
page seventeen would like to meet someone like me.
our back door is open to people on their knees.
emily, don’t go to that house tonight.
stay on your own, count your blessings, hold onto them tight.
just one more week and the paper comes through.
just one more week and you’re mine.
people will say how they never saw the signs.
ugly boy in fourth form suffered a head blow
puts up the houses in the west country,
carefully maps out the garden,
hides the letters from his sister,
they’re not here to understand
they’re not here to understand.
emily, don’t go to that house tonight.
stay on your own, count your blessings, hold on to them tight.
just one more week and the paper comes through,
just one more week and you’re mine.
people will say how they never saw the signs.
just one more week, and the paper comes through.
just one more week and you’re mine.
people will say how they never saw the signs.
just one more week, and the paper comes through.
just one more week and you’re mine.
people will say how they never saw the signs.
saw the signs.