Burn Songtext
von Wade Forster

She said, "Can I come home?"
He could hear the lighter flicker
Another rush to the dome
The words became thicker
For her to spit out
She′ll never be the same
As the girl he once knew
Got lost in the fame

Another night on the couch
He couldn't sleep a wink
A fifty gram in a pouch
Mix that with a drink
But it won′t fix the hurt
She's already gone
She's a homecoming queen
If she ever came home


It′s all an addiction, it′s all a curse
If you want a rush, it's in your purse
Next to the last two tickets home
You′re a rock in the wounds on a backstreet deal
The pain is a feeling you cannot heal
Maybe you won't learn, maybe you won′t learn
The last time that you wanna burn

He didn't answer your calls
You′ve outworn your welcome
Maybe he's found balls
To stay here with seldom
And you didn't hit him right
′Cause you don′t think you did
You light it one more time
Maybe he's off the grid

His phone rings again
For the eighteenth time
The torture′s overwhelming
And it's past his bedtime
He grabs it slowly
Maybe it′s the cops
To tell him she's gone wild
And ran from the docks


It′s all an addiction, it's all a curse
If you want a rush, it's in your purse
Next to the last two tickets home
You′re a rock in the wounds on a backstreet deal
The pain is a feeling you cannot heal
Maybe you won′t learn, maybe you won't learn
The last time that you wanna burn

The final time
This time I promise you
If I call again
It′ll be my breakthrough
And when I make it big
I'll come and find you
Not just to brag
But to despise you

She never called again
The cops were there at six AM
They found her by the docks
Another failed detox
With a note in her palm
Just ran blue cold
The letter you sent
The ticket′s too old

It's all an addiction, it′s all a curse
If you want a rush, it's in your purse
Next to the last two tickets home
You're a rock in the wounds on a backstreet deal
The pain is a feeling you cannot heal
Maybe you won′t learn, maybe you won′t learn
The last time that you wanna burn