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