I'm feeling used Like a battered muse Drugged & bruised Like old news Burns in the fire For your desires To come true Why do you always have to burn your bridges Stole my poetry Drank my Hennesey Scratched all my cd's Copped my melodies And sang your odes to all the whore's that you adore Why do you always have to burn your bridges Your closest friends are all now sons of bitches Just an LA cliché Doing coke in cafes Always working your way Now you're on your own You call but no one's home Thought you saw the wrong You just moved along Burned bridges down in a new town down the road Why do you always have to burn your bridges Your closest friends are now all sons of bitches Why do you always have to burn your bridges