Besedila: Mest. Mest. Burning Bridges.

It was a late Thursday night
When I decided to write this song
Just me, bow-wow, my dirty floor
All the herb is gone

Everyone's asleep
But the TV is still on
Debating the past three years
What I did right and wrong

So tell me is this world we live in alright?
Why does every conversation end in a fight?
Why does every fight keep us up all damn night?
'Cause I ain't trying to see the sun rise today

I've been burning bridges
Always burning bridges

Just living life, what do you know?
At 22 I've learned all I need to know
I've made mistakes, I've burned a bridge
Apologize, what, when there's only one life to live

When everybody's gone
And the radio's still on
That's when I realize
That's all I need to carry on

So tell me is this world we live in alright?
And why does every conversation end in a fight?
Why does every fight keep us up all damn night?
'Cause I ain't trying to see the sun rise today

I've been burning bridges
Always burning bridges
I've been burning bridges
Always burning bridges

Tell me is this world we live in alright?
Why does every conversation end in a fight?
Try to explain this life in black and white
Guess I'm gonna see the sun rise today

I've been burning bridges
Always burning bridges
I've been burning bridges
Always burning bridges
I've been burning bridges
Always burning bridges