Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two
The one with old wood creaking that would burn-away, right on cue
I try to be not like that, but some people really suck
Some people need to get the axing, chalk it up to bad luck

I know a drugstore cowgirl so afraid of getting bored
She's always running from something, so many things ignored
I might do that stuff, if it didn't make me feel like shit
I'm on some old reality tip, so many trips in it

Beautiful disaster
Flyin' down the street, again
I tried to keep up
You wore me out and left me ate-up
Now I wish you all the luck
You're a butterfly in the wind, without a care
A pretty train crash, to me, and I can't care
I do, I don't, whatever

I know a drugstore cowgirl so afraid of getting bored
She's always running from something, so many things ignored
I try to be not like this, but I thought it'd make a good song
There's nothing to see, show's over, people, just move-along

Beautiful disaster
Flyin' down the street, again
I tried to keep up
You wore me out and left me ate-up
Now I wish you all the luck
You're a butterfly in the wind, without a care
A pretty train crash, to me, and I can't care
I do, I don't, whatever