Taste Of Gasoline – Teenage WristBy Won’t you help me drown?Everything is sentimentalI’ve got a crooked frownAnd a brand of isolationIt’s something evilBut it’s nothing to freak you outWe all still feel the sameAnd we live in sleep for daysWe love the things we knowWill leave the taste of gasolineI guess we’re born to dieI could meet you in the middleI need a quick stop GodAnd a brand new medicationIt’s nothing simpleBut we don’t need to drag it outWe all still feel the sameAnd we live in sleep for daysWe love the things we knowWill leave the taste of gasolineWe all still feel the sameAnd we live in sleep for daysWe love the things we knowWill leave the taste of gasolineThe taste of gasoline www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20