Burn It Down Again

[Verse 1]
Red vinyl booth
Sticky floor
Cheap perfume
Ashtray halo
Jukebox stuck on something smooth
You pour me trouble
In a chipped old glass
Say
“Baby
Sip it slow”
But you’re driving way too fast
[Chorus]
We burn it down again
Again
Chasing that first-hit heaven
Smoke in our lungs
Fire in our veins
Kissing like we lost our names
We burn it down again
Again
Bodies talking louder than the band
Every wrong taste sweeter in your mouth
We light it up
We never put it out
[Verse 2]
Little white lies
Little white lines on the mirrored plate
You laugh
“We’re fine”
But your hands start to shake
Purple paper dreams
On your tongue
And you start to glow
You say I’m made of colors
Only you will ever know
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Bottle on the counter
Demons on the couch
You’re crying in the shower
But it never washes out
You crawl back to my bedroom
Smell of sweat and smoke and sin
You say
“Hold me till I’m holy”
Then you pull me back again
[crescendo]
Oh
We trade our sleep for fever
Trade our days for one more night
Trade our future for a feeling
That disappears by morning light
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[whispered vocals]
Red vinyl booth
Last call
Just us two
Your lipstick on my collar
Your poison in my truth
[guitar solo]

rock, Greasy bar-band groove that morphs from 60s soul swing to 70s blues swagger to 80s arena rock. Male vocals, smoky organ pads, tremolo guitar, and walking bass in verses; choruses explode with big drums, stacked gang vocals, and overdriven lead guitar. Middle bridge drops to half-time with reverb-drenched vocals before a screaming solo and final, shout-along chorus., blues, soul