Taste Of Gasoline

Teenage Wrist

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Won't you help me drown?
Everything is sentimental
I've got a crooked frown
And a brand of isolation

It's something evil
But it's nothing to freak you out

We all still feel the same
And we live in sleep for days
We love the things we know
Will leave the taste of gasoline

I guess we're born to die
I could meet you in the middle
I need a quick stop God
And a brand new medication

It's nothing simple
But we don't need to drag it out

We all still feel the same
And we live in sleep for days
We love the things we know
Will leave the taste of gasoline

We all still feel the same
And we live in sleep for days
We love the things we know
Will leave the taste of gasoline
The taste of gasoline