These Bridges I Must Burn

Drawing little circles on my box of cigarettes
I had a drink or two and I forgot how to forget
Julie, Juliette I'm never coming back
Head up in the clouds and lick the gladder off your neck
Maybe I might
Maybe I might
These bridges I must burn
These bridges I must burn

Typewriter knows your fears
What's behind the hidden door
Black magic lit your tears
Half the price of the girls we stole
Jewlery, Juliette I'm never coming back
Fingers up my ears
So I can't hear you no more
Maybe I might
Maybe I might
These bridges I must burn
These bridges I must burn