Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Webb
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Webb
Songwriter
Eddie Eberle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Webb
Producer
Eddie And The Getaway
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Nothing but the burn)
[Verse 1]
I can see the damage I did in your eyes
And, damn, I wish you would've drawn that line
I guess I pushed you to the limit this time
Ain't no wiping up the tears you cried
I hope you never find another like me
Only holds you down, sets fire to your wings
I light a cigarette to try to find peace
With every smoke that I breathe
[Chorus]
I'ma let it burn like whiskey, fade your memory
Hell, I might as well let the devil ride with me
Burning down this street, nicotine hits me
Killing myself trying to bury our history
It ain't the flame that hurts, that bottle made it worse
Now all that's left of her is nothing but the burn
[PostChorus]
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
Nothing but the burn
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
[Verse 2]
I took that bottle back to where everything began
I let that liquor take control of me again
How can I ease the pain if I can't even stand?
No point in holding on if this is where it ends
I got a hopeless reflection I'm facing
Every sip I'm taking
[Chorus]
I'ma let it burn like whiskey, fade your memory
Hell, I might as well let the devil ride with me
Burning down this street, nicotine hits me
Killing myself trying to bury our history
It ain't the flame that hurts, that bottle made it worse
Now all that's left of her is nothing but the burn
[PostChorus]
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
Nothing but the burn
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
[Bridge]
I hope you never find another like me (Like me)
Only holds you down, sets fire to your wings (Sets fire to wings)
[Chorus]
I'ma let it burn like whiskey, fade your memory
Hell, I might as well let the devil ride with me
Burning down this street, nicotine hits me
Killing myself trying to bury our history
It ain't the flame that hurts, that bottle made it worse
Now all that's left of her is nothing but the burn
[PostChorus]
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
Nothing but the burn
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
(Nothing but the, nothing but the burn)
Nothing but the burn
Written by: Eddie Eberle, Jay Webb
