Lyrics

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