 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
Chorus
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
Oh, A big ol' dent
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