Back porch, black and milds
I heard you crying
I could have asked why
But I stayed silent
Let’s just sit down in a small town
I want to rewind to that
Bad fight from the last night
That we were almost
We were almost friends
We were almost friends
Feels like fallout
Floating in the air
It’s not that you’re mad
It’s that you just don’t care
Let’s just sit down in a small town
I want to rewind to that
Bad fight from the last night
That we were almost
Always almost friends
We were almost friends
Building, burning bridges to you
Building, burning bridges to you
Building, burning bridges to you
Building, burning, I build and burn ‘em
Building, burning bridges to you
Building, burning bridges to you
Building, burning bridges to you
Building, burning bridges to you
Oh
Sit down in a small town
I want to rewind to that
Bad fight from the last night
That we were almost
Always, almost
Sit down in a small town
I want to rewind to that
Bad fight from the last night
That we were almost
Always almost friends
Always almost friends
Always almost friends
We were almost friends
Always almost friends
(Building, burning bridges to you)
(Building, burning bridges to you)
(Building, burning bridges to you)
(Building, burning, build and burn)
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