Not much Friday night, pinball, Lower East Side
   Walked halfway past and into the bar
   I used to think about you all the time
   I would think about you all the time
   Now it just feels weird, that there you are
   The damage is done
  
   Feeling like a kid again, my eyes are glued to the floor
   I hope I mumbled goodbye as you walked out the door
   The damage is done