Going it alone was your first mistake

Stepping on the backs of the friends you hate

Burning every bridge while you’re under it

Quick to judge and fast to forget a name

Walk away before you slip up again

Burn down every bridge and open every vein to see what you’re made of

You’re rationing the pills, the poisons pick themselves

Finger is on the trigger of the pen in your hand

Take away the pain, you never asked for it

Always got the right thing on the tip of your tongue

It’s always nice to be thought of

You’re rationing the pills, the poisons pick themselves