Burn Bridges - The Streets

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 is 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 on non-religious

Burn bridges