I drive around with the trunk tied down with a bungee cord 'Cause I hopped a curb, backed into her new boyfriend's Ford And down the hall there's a hole in the wall that's hard to miss It's about the size and shape of my right busted fist
Everything I own has got a dent It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn, banged up or slightly bent Why should my heart be any different Everything that I own has got a dent
She used to say I'm a man who's way too hard on stuff And she let me know that that also goes for our love I guess her heart's like that old dead goldfish I forgot to feed And mine's like that dirt bike I wrapped around a tree
Everything I own has got a dent It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn, banged up or slightly bent Why should my heart be any different Everything that I own has got a dent
In the side, a hole in the back A big piece of junk, ready for the trash Better days gone, heart just keeps on beating away
Everything I own has got a dent It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn, banged up or slightly bent Why should my heart be any different Everything that I own, can't find one thing that don't Everything that I own has got a dent
