Wounded - Third Eye Blind

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

And 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 sparks at the thought of touching you

When you’re wounded

Let me break it down 'til I force the issue

We miss your face you know I wish you

Would come back down to the Dalva Bar

You tell 'em, «That's just my battle scar»

I want to kiss you

And knock 'em down like we used to

You’re the marigold

'Til you’re walking down, shaking that ass again

And then you walk on, baby walk on, you walk on, on and 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 shoulders 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 'til I force the issue

You never come around, and you know we miss you

Well, nobody took your pride away

I said, «That's something people say»

Back down the bully to the back of the bus

'Cause it’s time for them to be scared of us

'Til 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

You’re screaming, «I don’t care baby I don’t care»

You say you don’t know

You say you don’t know

All I know is we’re missing you

You say you don’t know

You say you can’t grow

All I know is we’re missing you

Show up, show up wounded

Show up, show up wounded