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