This Must Be Some Kind of Joke

Someone should tell you, the bridges most often travelled are the soonest to collapse
And whether structural or hereditary, those same bridges
Once fallen or falling, take many down with them
And that every Casagemas must eventually say
I've had enough of this life and this love

Every Casagemas whispers himself to sleep with
Tomorrow is the end, I have had my
I have had my fill

Waiting too long to say what you mean and to give looks their intentions
Compact fire into undesired space will only explode