Backburner

It's easy to leave when somethings better

Mind selfish to the skull

Maybe discover a hidden treasure

End up spending it all alone



When you stole that pot of gold

Put me on your backburner

Had bad luck, we all were fucked

'Cause we've been on your backburner



Burned all bridges straight to the ground

Caved in on your treasure chest

Collecting all the pieces that can be found

Keep two nickles melt down the rest

It's hard to believe you still can breathe

Avoiding animosity

I hope you choke, you fucking choke

Good luck and godspeed