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Chris Pureka- Burning Bridges
This is a story of burning bridges
and allowing time to pass
this is a story of forgiveness
and breaking things in my hands
this is a story of understanding
you can't choose who you love
and this is a story of soft skin
and rats in the walls
well you can't just pass along
the pain that comes around
you'll go dizzy until you fall
and I know you didn't mean to let me down
but you let me down so hard
this is a story of loaded glances
and leaning in too far
this is a story of vague advances
and confessions in smoky bars
so now I am walking down the sidewalk
and I am singing to myself
and I'm going to leave it all behind me now
'cause I don't need this,
I just don't need this
and you can't...
these memories are talking and talking
and I'll do anything to shut 'em up
I've got the pillow over my head
but they won't stop
no, no they won't stop
some fantasies are never meant to be
realized at all
and some regrets could be prevented
if you read the writing on the wall
oh and sometimes you say "you know nothing can happen"
and then she leans over and lifts off your glasses
and the next thing you know you're just tangled and guilty
and you've got a head full of liquor and perfume
oh and when did you leave me
and when did you find her
and tell me is this just what you wanted...
And i wrote this one
I'm dizzy,
spinning spinning in circles and figure eights trying to figure,
trying to figure anything and everything out while crumpled up pieces of paper hold my crumpled up words that i have said to you, the ones of sorrow, forgetfulness, forgot what i said yesterday and try and fix something worth rememebering
into today.
cause today i have forgotten why i was so mad at you and new worries and sadnesses take its place in my head and body and nest there, making a new home in my gut, knowing i did something wrong, knowing i can't change it.....
hurts more,
than having you gone.
This is a story of burning bridges
and allowing time to pass
this is a story of forgiveness
and breaking things in my hands
this is a story of understanding
you can't choose who you love
and this is a story of soft skin
and rats in the walls
well you can't just pass along
the pain that comes around
you'll go dizzy until you fall
and I know you didn't mean to let me down
but you let me down so hard
this is a story of loaded glances
and leaning in too far
this is a story of vague advances
and confessions in smoky bars
so now I am walking down the sidewalk
and I am singing to myself
and I'm going to leave it all behind me now
'cause I don't need this,
I just don't need this
and you can't...
these memories are talking and talking
and I'll do anything to shut 'em up
I've got the pillow over my head
but they won't stop
no, no they won't stop
some fantasies are never meant to be
realized at all
and some regrets could be prevented
if you read the writing on the wall
oh and sometimes you say "you know nothing can happen"
and then she leans over and lifts off your glasses
and the next thing you know you're just tangled and guilty
and you've got a head full of liquor and perfume
oh and when did you leave me
and when did you find her
and tell me is this just what you wanted...
And i wrote this one
I'm dizzy,
spinning spinning in circles and figure eights trying to figure,
trying to figure anything and everything out while crumpled up pieces of paper hold my crumpled up words that i have said to you, the ones of sorrow, forgetfulness, forgot what i said yesterday and try and fix something worth rememebering
into today.
cause today i have forgotten why i was so mad at you and new worries and sadnesses take its place in my head and body and nest there, making a new home in my gut, knowing i did something wrong, knowing i can't change it.....
hurts more,
than having you gone.