Showed up in a sleeve of tattoos , a high definition broadcast of attitude
It's like she wants me to know, she's got nothing left to lose, me too
A little bag of junk gets her high
Keeps her from thinking about the shadows in her mind
She likes me, she knows I won't ask her why she cries

Chorus:
Let me fall down, you can fall too
We'll call this banged up, black and blue
Let me find out, what happened to you
Waking up banged up, black and blue

Sometimes it's the struggle that makes it good
I won't judge you even if I could
There's no magic in the line that's misunderstood
If you could, you would

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(Chorus)
Banged up, black and blue (x2)