If ever I wrote a line crying for help

It's probably best if it's kept to myself

Cuz everyone's got themselves personal hells

So why would I burden them with something else

But give me your cup

And I'll drink it all down, down, down

The five and dime down on ninth went up in flames

The people were looking for something to blame

They called a big meeting but nobody came

So they packed up their chairs and they went on their way

All that to say

Hell, I'd burn down for you every day

And I'd burn so bright you'd look away

But I'd burn down for you every day

If was smart I would start saving my change

So one day I'll buy a big house on a lake

And I'd pour you the coffee each morning you wake

And we sit on the porch by the shore and you'd say

Give me your cup

And I'll drink it all down, down, down