Burning Bridges - Matt McAndrew

In New Jersey I burn bridges

And I’m drowning in the stupid things we said

Well, in New Jersey I burn bridges

And I’m drowning in the stupid things we said

Well don’t tell me I’m the only one who told you you’re not any good in bed

Your affection is an inside joke

Your portrait is a whispered love affair

Your affection is an inside joke

Your portrait is a whispered love affair

And don’t you know your watch is slow?

I can see your frozen faces from my chair

Well, this used to be a place where I could picture myself growing old with you

This used to be a place where I could picture myself growing old with you

Well, we could live out on the beach in a million dollar mansion built for two

And we could fall in love

Fall in love

Fall in love

Philadelphia sits with poets

And she smiles with the aristocracy

Philadelphia sits with poets

She smiles with the aristocracy

She keeps my eyes in a camera and hangs my tattoos in a gallery

There’s a girl inside the parlor and she listens while the tears rush in her

eyes

There’s a girl inside the parlor and she listens while the tears rush in her

eyes

Her hair is light and golden like California sun and bright blue skies

And we could fall in love

Fall in love

And we could fall in love

In love