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



Oh, A big ol' dent