Probably Something Cliche

Please Don't Mind the Burning Bridge

The Arsonist (1)

You jumped off your high horse and lit a match

Then jumped back on the saddle, rode to the sunset

And the sun sets on me as the fire glows

Burning the bridge and fogging up the windows

And I'm not sure if I'm angry or depressed

That you burned down the bridge I could've jumped off of

She is a bona fide criminal disguised in styrofoam

I want to make her drown but the water makes her float

Around in the currents she is her own canoe

With a life sized chess board we're all her pawns, too

And I imagine you're sorry

Somehow I imagined an apology

You said you did nothing wrong to me

Gave me some advice, you see

Your words are so kind but your actions so cruel

Tied a weight to my ankle and pushed me in the pool

Said it was better, said it was for my own good

That I learn how to fly myself and I pretended I understood

Here's the arsonist, she cuts off her ties

Says it's important to try and look nice

Nice as she walks off with a halo on her head

I added a nice touch and painted that shit red

And I imagine you're sorry

Somehow I imagined an apology

You said you did nothing wrong to me

Gave me some advice, you see

Your words are so kind but your actions so cruel

Tied a weight to my ankle and pushed me in the pool

Said it was better, said it was for my own good

That I learn how to fly myself and I pretended I understood

Starter Homes (2)

At an elementary school with the yellow paint scheme

With miserable teachers hopped up on caffeine

And in the playground with the rusty swing

Sits the stupid kid with his stupid dreams

All these parents with their starter homes

Thinking they should've moved off long ago

And his father threw the dishes to the ground

And when his mother threatened divorce she was playing around

And he went to the middle school the next year

He could walk to the place, that was his parent's fear