I bought a little backbone yesterday I caught it melting in the summer burn Not much bad for the price you pay Not even the littlest mention of the lies that you told today I'd set myself on fire If its all that's left to do To get you back I hear my pulse among the setting sun And I'm not getting much in the way of a healthy Monday If I could heat it up just a little more Get a little bit of tension pushed past my beaten face Just a little bit, just a little bit Just a little bit of a lesson to teach me how to get you back