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
