Nothing

Nothing, nothing
In the world could mean as much to me as you
Something, something
That you said to me, it makes me think we’re through

I’m always thinking of the way it was before
You’re always drinking and you head on out the door
Put out the fire
And walk away

Burning, burning
From the inside out, I think I’m gonna crash
Nothing, nothing
In the world is ever really meant to last
Yearning for a future
But I think I’m living too much in the past
We say we stay
You’re all about the white wine and the cash

You’re not the person I thought that you could be
I’m not the worst one, just son of anarchy
Put out the fire
And walk away

It’s a mad house
In my head
Spinning, spinning
Seeing red

We think
Of forever
We try
But it's never
We fight
For the present
We live
In the moment
Strive
Right or wrong
We scream
A different song
Fly
On tainted wings
Strum
On broken strings

Burning, burning
From the inside out, I think I’m gonna crash
Nothing, nothing
In this world is really meant to last

The world is coming, just coming straight at me
I'll take it head-on, just son of anarchy
Put out the fire
And walk away