Gasoline - Dropping A Popped Locket

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!»

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…

«tell mommy she’s being stupid

Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her

Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her.»

He’s got a brand new tank of gas

He’s got his good shirt on

Trip so illogical, oh, she’s impossible

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

«tell mommy she’s being stupid

Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her

Kick her, kick her, kick her, kick her.»

He’s got a brand new tank of gas

He’s got his good shirt on

Trip so illogical, oh, she’s impossible

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»

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.»

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