Burnout

Wheels fall in the same rut where I've always been
Faceless man unlocks the door to let me in
Bury my face in this screen, I'm a useless machine
I'm a useless machine

As a kid, I used to say
I'd grow up to do great things someday
Where is that kid now? Did I let him down?
Yeah I let him down

You can't burn out without a fire
Watch the smoke pour from my tires
I guess this is my funeral pyre

Sitting here in my basement
Playing my guitar is no replacement
For the therapy I need
For the therapy I need

You can't burn out without a fire
Watch the smoke pour from my tires
I guess this is my funeral pyre



Credits
Writer(s): Clinton Baverstock
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