The Streets - Burn Bridges lyrics
[The Streets - Burn Bridges lyrics]
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
It's not a hurdle, is it? It's eternal
I think these words in a riddle, no
These words are crystal nurse a whole drink
To the world that we lived
Emerce in the drink
Disperse a whole cigarette
Traverse the whole city
Let the hearse do a skid
Work out new things, be further in spirit
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
Turn out this shit, buy the word in a minute
I'm the QWERTY keyboard, this turgid lickspit
You wouldn't confer your sister
Perched on ridges you can turn to witching
I've been worse off in ditches
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
It's not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions
Let's disperse into midnight then
Refer back to history
(It's not worth being bitches)
Internal willing, I won't do dissing
It stir up reminisces
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
I learned not to snivel
Meet hurt with a giggle
Work out the stitches
This journal's abridged
Observe your pursed lips cursing this shit
Got a nerve even listening, certainly a limit
Been cursing your spirit
It's been turning me rigid
Won't turn to kicking
I don't yearn to hit drinks
I just yearn to hit things
Burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
It's not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions
Let's disperse into midnight then
Refer back to history woooh ooooh
Burn bridges, burn bridges
Burn bridges, then refer back to history
It's not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions let's mercy kill this
Burn bridges it's a term of endearment
Let's turf out the bins
Let's learn not to live with it
Who want's a circle of flinchers?
A heard of chickens
A church of non-religious burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
It's not a hurdle, is it? It's eternal
I think these words in a riddle, no
These words are crystal nurse a whole drink
To the world that we lived
Emerce in the drink
Disperse a whole cigarette
Traverse the whole city
Let the hearse do a skid
Work out new things, be further in spirit
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
Turn out this shit, buy the word in a minute
I'm the QWERTY keyboard, this turgid lickspit
You wouldn't confer your sister
Perched on ridges you can turn to witching
I've been worse off in ditches
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
It's not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions
Let's disperse into midnight then
Refer back to history
(It's not worth being bitches)
Internal willing, I won't do dissing
It stir up reminisces
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
I learned not to snivel
Meet hurt with a giggle
Work out the stitches
This journal's abridged
Observe your pursed lips cursing this shit
Got a nerve even listening, certainly a limit
Been cursing your spirit
It's been turning me rigid
Won't turn to kicking
I don't yearn to hit drinks
I just yearn to hit things
Burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Literally
It's not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions
Let's disperse into midnight then
Refer back to history woooh ooooh
Burn bridges, burn bridges
Burn bridges, then refer back to history
It's not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions let's mercy kill this
Burn bridges it's a term of endearment
Let's turf out the bins
Let's learn not to live with it
Who want's a circle of flinchers?
A heard of chickens
A church of non-religious burn bridges