I bought a little backbone yesterday
I caught it melting in the summer burn
Not much bad for the price you pay
Not even the littlest mention of the lies that you told today
I'd set myself on fire
If its all that's left to do
To get you back
I hear my pulse among the setting sun
And I'm not getting much in the way of a healthy Monday
If I could heat it up just a little more
Get a little bit of tension pushed past my beaten face
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit of a lesson to teach me how to get you back