Texty: Third Eye Blind. Blue. Wounded.

The guy who put his hands on you
Has got nothing to do with me
And the bruises that you feel will heal
And I hope you?ll come around
Cause we're missing you
You used to speak so easy
Now you're afraid to talk to me
It's like walking with the wounded
Carrying that weight way too far
The concrete pulled you down so hard
Out there with the wounded
Missing you
Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark
But my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of touching you
But when you're wounded
Let me break it down till I force the issue
We miss your face and you know I wish you
Would come back down to the Dalva Bar
You tell them, that's just my battle scar
I want to kiss you
And knock them down like we used to
You're the marigold
Till you're walking down shaking that ass again
And then you walk on, baby, walk on
You're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air
And we're missing you
Now it's fall, and your shoulder's get tighter
Nervous flicks on the lighter, boots
Your pissed off poets, your women's groups
And the friends with you, we should have known this fool
Well I guess we missed the mark
Still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of
Them touching you
Now you're wounded
Let me break it down till I force the issue
You never come around, and you know we miss you
Well nobody took your pride away
That's something people say
Back down the bully to the back of the bus
Cos it's time for them to be scared of us
Till you're yelling, how we living cause you got the ball
Then you rock on, baby, rock on, you rock on
On and on
You're a summer time hottie with her socks in the air
Screaming I won't care, baby, I don't care, no
You say you don't know
You say you can't grow
All I know is we're missing you
You're the marigold
Show up wounded