Burned Bridges Lyrics

I'm guided by voices,

the voices on my shoulders

in a heated discussion,

About repercussions

And losing composure.

'Cause I can't decide

On how much to try

To Try faking I'm happy for you

Don't drain the baby with the bath water

Just to fill up the shoes of the good father

The holiest ghost raising a good son

Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young

It's all to do with my expectations

Cuz It's pretty insane of me

to believe it'd be different

When you told me that

you were through with it all

Romanticizing

Staying at home

Don't drain the baby with the bath water

Just to fill up the shoes of the good father

The holiest ghost raising a good son

Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young