Gasoline - Elsinore

Circumstances as they are I’m grateful

You took chances, bent your back in my defense

All your clothes still smell like gasoline

Turpentine and fingernail grease

Nobody knows how I feel

Because they haven’t hurt to such a degree

Nobody bandages things up like you

Hospitals and medication run-around

Faith put in a government run aground

Photo albums filled with divorce and christmas trees

Every grinding gear of this family

Nobody knows how I feel

Because they haven’t put a faith in you

Nobody has the memory

Of the hole put in the hallway that you patched up

Circumstances as they are I’m grateful

All your clothes still smell like gasoline