Gas Station

I've always seen meaning in losing
But now I'm refusing to wipe my mouth
From blood that I spit in useless fights
With smile on, on those endless nights

I disappear with silent echoes
That I fear you won't hear
While I try to reappear
I shift gears, I can't see clear
I'm going from the gas station
That's why brick wall was my final destination

Sorry mom and dad for not being ideal
For letting go of the steering wheel
For not having honey on my bitter lips
For hiding during the darkest eclipse

I disappear with silent echoes
That I fear you won't hear
While I try to reappear
I shift gears, I can't see clear
I'm going from the gas station
That's why brick wall was my final destination

I am afraid that I'm too weak
To seek help in those ruins
My remains are by the creek
Into which gasoline leaks
Straight from my veins

Step on the gas
The gas
The gas

Red on the glass
The Glass
The Glass

Step on the gas
The gas
The gas

Red on the glass
The Glass
The Glass

Oh oh...

Frustration from which I found the relief
On the gas station, washing down the grief