toasting my marshmallows lyrics
Lyrics are symphonies without the calluses
verse 1
Getting up outta bed was harder than falling down
By the time I got to the breakfast table, the plates were in the sink
I downed the half empty can of beer, wishin' it was half way full
Scraping the black off some burnt toast, was trickier than you think
verse 2
You worked in the local diner, on the road that led to town
After 12 hours on your feet, you'd spend 2 more on your back
In the evening we'd eat some burgers, a little past their prime
Tired, you went to bed early, I drove to a bar down by the track
chorus
I never listened to you, it was my way or the highway
You'd think after all this time, there's things I might've learnt
Like not offering to pack my bags, when you said I should go away
Now I'm toasting my marshmallows, over the bridges that I burnt
verse 3
The honkey-tonk was rockin', the band hammerin' out some covers
The place looked like a Star Wars joint, bikers and ladies of the night
Four hours later, I fell in through your door, knockin' down your pictures
By dawn, the police were in the house, the neighbours had called to report a fight
chorus
I never listened to you, it was my way or the highway
You'd think after all this time, there's things I might've learnt
Like not offering to pack my bags, when you said I should go away
Now I'm toasting my marshmallows, over the bridges that I burnt
bridge
He had, "maybe I am different", written on his face
That went flyin' out the window, when he moved into my place
chorus
I never listened to you, it was my way or the highway
You'd think after all this time, there's things I might've learnt
Like not offering to pack my bags, when you said I should go away
Now I'm toasting my marshmallows, over the bridges that I burnt
the bridges that I burnt
the bridges that I burnt
Comments
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I like this:
He had, "maybe I am different", written on his face
That went flyin' out the window, when he moved into my place
cool song
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Thanks Rob, and welcome to the forum. I'm a newbie too but everyone here is so helpful and knowledgeable, you feel you've known them for ages. Jump right in and get going.
Sid
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Your lyrics all have great story lines and this is no exception. I can't find anything to criticise here. Let's just say I really enjoyed reading them. Keep em comin'!😀
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Very well told. And I love "toasting my marshmallows, over the bridges that I burnt". That's wonderful.
I guess the only downside I can see is that the protagonist doesn't feel very likable. It may not be one that's popular if people can't empathize, but it's still beautifully told.
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Again Owen, you seem to have an innate ability to spot the diamond in the coal heap!
Sometimes I like to write from a different perspective. Through a dusty window, so to speak.
In this case, the guy is indeed despicable. His regrets are not that he treated the woman badly, but rather that he has lost a good thing. Hence the marshmallows (reflections), burnt bridges (soft touch). Pure indulgence on my part i'm afraid!
Sid
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