Tiny Little Damage Badgers On Sunday (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Sparkle Synth Sirens / Guitars Slam In] [Verse 1] You didn’t throw a chair You didn’t start a fire You just let somebody love you Till their little heart got tired You didn’t mean to bruise You didn’t mean to bite You just rolled your eyes at dinner Like their stories stole your night Grandma tried to warn you But you laughed at the past Now her voice is getting smaller And you wish it would last Somebody packed your lunch Somebody warmed your plate You said “thanks” like a receipt And wandered off too late [Pre-Chorus] Tiny little cuts Tiny little stones Tiny little monsters Living in your tone Sweet little smile Sharp little shove Oops, there goes the person Who was trying to love [Chorus] We all leave damage Glitter on the knife Little rude fingerprints All over somebody’s life We all get selfish We all get mean Candy-coated cruelty In a bright machine You say you didn’t mean it That don’t make it gone Tiny little damage Still goes on and on and on [Verse 2] You left the text unanswered You saw it, then forgot They carried that silence Like a backpack full of rocks You made a joke too pointed You called it “just being real” Then acted so surprised When they remembered how it feels You let your tired mother Do the tired thing again Then praised yourself for helping When you finally helped again You made love feel needy Made kindness feel small Made someone ask permission To matter much at all [Pre-Chorus] Tiny little cuts Tiny little stones Tiny little monsters Living in your tone Soft little shrug Cute little crime You broke a little trust One “whatever” at a time [Chorus] We all leave damage Glitter on the knife Little rude fingerprints All over somebody else's life We all get selfish We all get mean Candy-coated cruelty In a neon-bright machine Say you didn’t mean it That don’t make it gone Tiny little damage Still goes on and on and on [Break – Double-Kick / Bright Synth Panic] Check your hands Check your face Check the mess You call “space” Check your jokes Check your pride Check the people You left so so tired [Verse 3] You wanted all the credit For the smallest decent thing While somebody else was drowning Just to keep your world clean You called your temper honest You called their hurt dramatic Turned basic human effort Into background standard static Nobody is innocent Nobody gets a pass Not the sweet ones, not the quiet ones Not the ones who say they asked We’re sparkles on a hammer We’re cupcakes with a blade We are sorry little tyrants In a sunshine filled arcade [Bridge – Half-Time / Heavy Guitars, Shimmering Choir Pads, insane drum run] The worst part isn’t hatred Most people don’t choose flames They just get used to taking And forgetting people’s names A father becomes furniture A friend becomes a ride A lover becomes weather Till the good in them gets tired So look at what you stepped on Look at what you spilled Look at who kept showing up While you were standing still No dragon, no villain No evil master plan Just a rude little human With a phone, and rudeness in their hand [Final Chorus – Bigger / Crushing Guitars Under Sugar Synths] We all leave damage Glitter on the knife Little rude fingerprints All over somebody’s life We all get selfish We all get mean Candy-coated cruelty In a bright machine Say you didn’t mean it That don’t make it gone Tiny little damage Still goes on and on and on We all leave damage So don’t look away Love is not a trophy For the people who choose to stay Say the thank-you louder (Yes louder) Put the damn phone down Fix a little wreckage Before they stop coming around (As they should) [Outro – Spoken / Bare Synth Pulse, Low Guitar Feedback] That person you keep meaning to appreciate? They noticed. The elder you keep half-listening to? They noticed. The one who forgives you before you apologize? They noticed too. And someday, when the room finally gets quiet… you will notice. ...................Hopefully. [End]