When dreams shatter, the pieces dont come out clean
Shards linger beneath the skin
Like seeds of destruction sprouting from within
I could have used the milk that I spilled
To put my burning bridges out
The sweet smoke that fills the air makes me lose control
When dreams shatter, the pieces dont come out clean
Shards linger beneath the skin
Like seeds of destruction sprouting from within
The only lesson theres to learn
Is that sometimes bridges burn
Sometimes milk gets spilt
Sometimes your hopes will burn, your hopes will burn