Bound to Burn

Broke up, bored and busted and barely breathing, Tied down, torn and tossed and too scared to turn, Weakness with the wonder so worn and wasted, When I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn. Faithful eyes so filled with foolish impressions, Singing to a sad and setting sun, The colors curl and clash and call me crazy, 'Cause I guess I should have known these eyes were bound to burn. Feeling underwhelmed and overtaken, Wondering how I will ever come to terms, If this hopeful heart is so easily mistaken, Then I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn, I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn. Seems I've sifted slowly through a secret, That I'd kept so carefully concealed from my concerns, While I wondered through a world of wishful thinking, When I guess I should have know my blood was bound to burn, And I guess I should have know these eyes were bound to burn, Yes, I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn.