This autumn's got me feeling kind of strange, but then it's just like every seasonnI'm smiling but leaning slightly towards derangednMy mind's committing total treasonnTim says you're so 99', burning your bridgesnYou're not scared, you're petrifiednI am no differentnI'm not alright about screwing you overnI'm not about to be right so then why should I try?nBlurring what's right & tugging on that linenLike thread from the collar you've got me bynNotions keep crawling back into my bones, competing like kidsnCraving attentionnTelling lies two at a time, burning your bridgesnCatastrophes reflect on why I am no differentnI'm not alright on thinking it overnI'm not about to be right so then why should I try?nIt's a sham and a pinch and that's all there is to itnWho's to blame when it hits?nSo let's forget itnYou're not scared, so why am I?nBurning your bridges...nOutta sight, out of my mind every once in a whilenI'm not alright about fucking you overnI'm not about to be right, so then why should I try?nIt's a sham...n