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’s 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 of non-religious
Burn bridges