Pissing off a bridge and onto the boat
If I made a hole would it still float
I'm feeling bad
So don't you call the cops, babe
Cuz I'm just tryna talk plain
Why would you let me walk away
Into the fire
Cut my arm out of the cast
And notice how much time has past
A skin farming tan
Let the sun make up for lost time
As I'm driving 45
While enjoying this decline
Into the fire
But somehow all the grieving
Has got me believing
That someday I'll be leaving
Into the fire