Testo Burnout

Figured that she'd gone away only temporarily
How come I let her ride
Though I say that's it's okay
All along in verity
I'm thinking unless I have her back
I'll burn out

Brainy, leggy, always wrapped in finest haberdashery How could I let her ride
How I ever thought I'd catch other fishes in the sea
There were none for me
Now unless I have her back
I'll burn out

Guess she never thought of me as some kind of rarity
Took herself a nice peice of the pie and dispensed with me
Can't stay low troubled eyes
Won't be long

Know it's gonna come my way
Something I can revel in
Not gonna let her ride
And when everything's said I'll forget All this shit that could have been
I'll be done thinking
Unless I have her back
I'll burn out