Gasoline
[Intro]
The silence flooded the patient sun (Dry your eyes)
And burnt out all the light
Like the guilt in his head to her head in her hood
She's got her gloves on for the fight
(Dry your eyes, dry your eyes)
Pleading "baby (Dry your eyes)
Mommy doesn't know better
Baby (Dry your eyes)
Please kick her, kick her
Your mother's eyes are screaming "kiss her, kiss her!"
[Verse 1]
Coincidences in instances, persistence through ignorance
Hunting for differences though they're limitless
And come to the think of it, beyond intimate
Paint him onto the canvas with disregard to the color scheme
But slop red paint on his face so intricately
One strike and they'll never know…
One strike and they'll never know…
One strike and they'll never know…
Three strikes you're out…
[Pre-Chorus]
"tell mommy she's being stupid
Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her
Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her."
[Chorus]
He's got a brand new tank of gas
He's got his good shirt on
Trip so illogical, oh, she's impossible
[Verse 2]
She's on his mind all through the week
He's on no sleep
But he's still on full gasoline
And the chills keep coming (And the chills keep coming)
But she's still running (But she's still running)
But there's not an army in the world that can change his feelings for this girl;
He'd still have his brights on when they find him
[Pre-Chorus]
"tell mommy she's being stupid
Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her
Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her."
[Chorus]
He's got a brand new tank of gas
He's got his good shirt on
Trip so illogical, oh, she's impossible
[Bridge]
He couldn't bear to know
She stares as he goes
He's never felt as worthless
She's crying through the curtains
"Don't go"
"Don't go"
"Don't go"
[Verse 3]
The silence flooded the sacred moon (Take my time)
And burnt out all the light
Like the guilt in her heart to his head in the clouds (Take my time) he's got his brights on for the drive
(Take my time, take my time)
Pleading "baby (Take my time)
Mommy doesn't know better
Baby (Take my time)
Please
Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her
Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her."
[Chorus]
He's got a brand new tank of gas
He's got his good shirt on
Trip so illogical, oh, she's impossible
He's got a brand new tank of gas
He's got his good shirt on
Trip so illogical, oh, she's impossible
He's got a brand new tank of gas
He's got his good shirt on
Trip so illogical, oh, she's impossible