Damage Deposit
Alex Wilson
Description
A raw and emotionally charged alt-pop anthem about the cyclical nature of toxic relationships. "Damage Deposit" explores the push-and-pull dynamic of knowing a relationship is harmful, yet repeatedly returning to it, acknowledging the emotional price paid each time. The song uses the metaphor of a 'damage deposit' to illustrate the self-inflicted wounds and the inevitable consequences of choosing short-term gratification over long-term well-being. The final chorus marks a turning point, with the protagonist finally refusing to pay the emotional bill, reclaiming their self-worth.
Lyrics
Verse 1 You texted “don’t,” my thumb read “do,” Uber door slam—right back to you. Bathroom mirror coached me brave, I practiced “no,” you hit play. Your stereo spins our oldest lie, You laugh, “we’re bad at saying bye.” I nod like that won’t leave a bruise— Took off my shoes and stepped in you. Pre-Chorus Group chat buzzing like fire alarms, I swipe it dark and take your arms. If self-respect paid refunds too, I’d file the claim… then text you. Chorus I knew I’d pay for this—damage deposit, Heart on the lease, my name in the gossip. You were the warning sign—I ran across it. Go on, send the bill; I already signed it. If pain’s the price, then take your profit— I knew I’d pay for this—damage deposit. Verse 2 Morning hits like a parking fine, Makeup prints on a T-shirt line. Took a picture of the mess we made, Scrolled it fast like that could fade. I hid the proof where I won’t look, Lit the match, couldn’t burn the book. Swore “never again” in the car out front, Said it twice—then answered once. Pre-Chorus Therapist asks, “Name the cost.” Cheaper than what I already lost. Every boundary paper-thin— I say I’m done, then buzz you in. Chorus I knew I’d pay for this—damage deposit, Heart on the lease, my name in the gossip. You were the warning sign—I ran across it. Go on, send the bill; I already signed it. If pain’s the price, then take your profit— I knew I’d pay for this—damage deposit. Bridge (breakdown) Bill me for the late fees, add the penalties, Keep the couch, keep the memories. I want my spine back, I’ll keep my keys— Loved a bomb and lit the fuse. Chorus I knew I’d pay for this—damage deposit, Heart off your lease, and I’m off your gossip. You were the warning sign—I ran across it— Send me the bill… this time I won’t sign it. If pain’s the price, then keep your profit— I paid enough for this—damage deposit. Tag Receipt on the dash: never again. Never Again. Never Again.