Gasoline

Gasoline I can smell it on my clothes You wrapped your arms around me And I woke up soaked in gasoline Trampoline I used the last of my faith You shot me straight up to the sky Then I crashed right through your trampoline And I want to be brave But you don't make it easy Every time I get close You get farther away Hand grenade It's difficult to feel safe You're taking little bitty steps You're terrified you don't upset my hand grenade And in my rear view mirror Somehow things become so clear I'll be damned if I let you Take a backseat to the view In my rear view mirror I know you want to be brave But I don't make it easy Everytime I get close you get farther away When every time we get close... And I wish I could save you From all the shrieking voices Inside your head that rip you to shreds And tell you lies Like there's no happiness to find Gasoline...