Sometimes cigarettes taste like you
So I purse my lips and try to get high
Sometimes it feels like I rot in my room
And I wake and I sleep and I cry
Sometimes I feel like a wooden roof
I take the flood and fall in time
Sometimes it feels like I'm a garden in bloom
And I spring and I fall and I die
If this is what I have to do
To get to where I wanna be
I can strut ten miles right through the storm
And if this is who I have to be
Burn the bridges, dust the pages and start new
Scorched were my wings, too close to the sun
When getting drunk meant having fun
Torn were my limbs, caught in between
Oh, you can't have everything at once
But if this is what I have to do
To get to where I wanna be
I can strut ten miles right through the storm
And if this is who I have to be
Burn the bridges, dust the pages and start new