Pissing off a bridge and onto the boat If I made a hole would it still float I'm feeling bad So don't you call the cops, babe Cuz I'm just tryna talk plain Why would you let me walk away Into the fire Cut my arm out of the cast And notice how much time has past A skin farming tan Let the sun make up for lost time As I'm driving 45 While enjoying this decline Into the fire But somehow all the grieving Has got me believing That someday I'll be leaving Into the fire