Lyrics:

Not much Friday night
Pinball, Lower East Side
Walked out of the past and into the bar
I used to think about you all the time
I would think about you all the time
Now it just feels weird
That there you are

The damage is done

I feel like a kid again
My eyes are glued to the floor
I hope I mumbled goodbye
As you walked out the door

The damage is done
The damage is done

The damage is done
The damage is done