Burning bridges

In new jersey I burn bridges
And I'm drowning in the stupid things we said
Well, in new jersey I burn bridges
And I'm drowning in the stupid things we said
Well don't tell me I'm the only one who told you
You're not any good in bed

Your affection is an inside joke
Your portrait is a whispered love affair
Your affection is an inside joke
Your portrait is a whispered love affair
And don't you know your watch is slow?
I can see your frozen faces from my chair

Well, this used to be a place where I could picture
Myself growing old with you
This used to be a place where I could picture myself
Growing old with you
Well, we could live out on the beach in a million
Dollar mansion built for two

And we could fall in love
Fall in love
Fall in love

Philadelphia sits with poets
And she smiles with the aristocracy
Philadelphia sits with poets
She smiles with the aristocracy
She keeps my eyes in a camera
And hangs my tattoos in a gallery
There's a girl inside the parlor and

She listens while the tears rush in her eyes
There's a girl inside the parlor and
She listens while the tears rush in her eyes
Her hair is light and golden like california
Sun and bright blue skies
And we could fall in love
Fall in love
And we could fall in love
In love