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BURNING BRIDGES

He’s been sleeping behind the door on the floor of his parent’s garage.

Dirty grey sheets, replete with bugs, as he shrugs his shoulders again.

It takes a sky of time and a sea of wine but he’s writing it all down.

 

Keeps to shadows, avoiding eyes and their lies. Too much like him.

Execution, appointed and disappointed to die for his crimes.

Take it or leave it, you know where to find him. Asleep in his work clothes.

 

Burning bridges fall behind him. Burning bridges fall behind him. 

Leaves his history in cinders. Sees it all through his rear window.

 

She’s unkind and she’s not pretty or witty she drives him away.

In the backyard an old piano goes like an out of tune prayer.

Idle chit-chat about this, about that. Searching for head gold.

 

Burning bridges fall behind him. Burning bridges fall behind him. 

Leaves his history in cinders. Sees it all through his rear window.

 

He burns hot as coal. Something tearing down his soul. 

He’d rather hang than swing.

 

Burning bridges fall behind him. Burning bridges fall behind him. 

Leaves his history in cinders. Sees it all through his rear window.

Leaves his history in cinders. Sees it all through his rear window. 

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JVA - Vocals, Drum Programming, Bass, Guitars.