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
