The guy who put his hands on you has got nothing to do with me.
And the [bad word] that you feel will heal, and I hope [bad word] around 'cause we're missing...

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, we're missing you.

And I never claimed to understand what happens after dark,
But my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of touching you when you're wounded.

Ahh...
Woooh, pour it out boys.

Let me break it down to revise the issue
We miss your face and you know I wish you
 [bad word] back down to the Dalva Bar
You tell them, "That's just my battle scar"
I want to kiss you
And knock 'em down like we used to
You're the marigold
Well you walking down shaking that thing all day
And then you walk on, baby, walk on, you walk on
On and on, yeah!
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 [bad word] off poets, and your women's groups
And the friends with you, we should've known this fool
Well, I guess we missed the mark
Still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of being touching you, and you're wounded, yeah!

Ahh...
Let me break it down to revise the issue 
You [bad word] around and you know we miss you
Well nobody took your pride away 
You tell 'em, "That's just what people say"
Back down the bully to the end of the bus
It's time for them to be scared of us
Till you're yelling, how we living?
'Cuz you got the ball
Then you rock on, baby, rock on, you rock on!

You're a summertime hottie with her feet in the air
You're singing, "I don't care, I don't care."

Oh yeah, oh baby, you show up wounded! Yeah!