Gasoline

You could have saved me from that collapse that have blinded me

I've asked for help but you weren't there when I was struggling to see

I've dug my grave and now I'm paying for what I must believe

That I could save myself and bail me out the time I need

It's like my…

Gasoline, pumping in

Always gives me a runway

I try to make it work

but it keeps telling me, saying

To go on, to go on, to go on

And so come on

It keeps telling me the same

I've reached the bottom of my conscious further than my being

I've left my self-respect arrested on my last sip

I've dug my grave and now I'm paying for what I must believe

That I could save myself and bail me out the time I need

Gasoline, drained me

But always gives me a runway

I try to make it work

but it keeps telling me, saying

To go on, to go on, to go on

And so come on