Lyrics Burn Bridges - The Streets

Burn Bridges

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