I got a hole in my pocket and it’s burnin’ right through,
my last paycheck I’d have spent on you.
Nothin’ can stop me anymore, ‘til I’m all burned out.

I got word from friends who couldn’t believe we’re through,
they say the whispers and the lies like wildfire blew,
right through our walls and ‘cross this tumbleweed town.

There’s a five-alarm ringin’ and drivin’ me to red.
That color looked good on you in that bodycon dress,
that you wore runnin’ stoplights to his house.
There’s now five alarms set to get me up and outta’ bed,
Three I shut off, one to wake me from the dead.
And one I just let ring on and on, to remind me of you.
There’s a five-alarm memory,
mess of me,
burnin’ on into.
Burnin’ on in two.

I got rage for the edge now like in Seger’s Fire Lake,
swimmin’ in current funerals undertake,
and only one ever walked on water, I’d place a call to.

I got an tanker in the drawer filled with Johnnie Walker red,
a glass on the nightstand and Bible on my bed,
to put the fires out, and to sleep good too.

There’s a five-alarm ringin’ and drivin’ me to red.
That color looked good on you in that bodycon dress,
that you wore runnin’ stoplights to his house.
There’s now five alarms set to get me up and outta’ bed,
Three I shut off, one to wake me from the dead.
And one I just let ring on and on, to remind me of you.
There’s a five-alarm memory,
mess of me,
burnin’ on into.
Burnin’ on in two!

There’s a five-alarm ringin’ and drivin’ me to red.
That color looked good on you in that bodycon dress,
that you wore runnin’ stoplights to his house.
There’s now five alarms set to get me up and outta’ bed,
Three I shut off, one to wake me from the dead.
And one I just let ring on and on, to remind me of you.
There’s a five-alarm memory,
mess of me,
burnin’ on into.
Burnin’ on in two.