Lords of the Backstage

love song with no validity.
Pretend you never meant that much to me.
Numb, a vallium child, bored by meaningless collisions.
lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice.
mirror cracked along the white lines.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
Ashes are burning, burning.
Ashes are burning, burning.
lifestyle with no simplicities.
But I'm not asking for your sympathies.
Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us.
lord of the backstage, a creature of language,
I'm so far out and I'm too far in.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
Bridges are burning, burning.
Bridges are burning, burning.
Now, now, now, now