Full Tank of Petrol

It's easy to be here but not enough to see. We take on the places but never play the part. We're all different faces locked up inside. You like to think you've got a few personalities but it's hard to remember one. I am the gauntlet that you keep running from.

Smokescreen mirrors illuminate my demise. I feel out of place and out of mind. You make me nervous, your hawk like eyes never miss a thing. We never let ourselves in, just talk in the cold. If I could feel anything worthy of emotion, I'd waste it. Not every part of land can walk the line for you. And we've never sung from the same sheet. I keep thinking my lies are part of what I do best to attract you.

Serious delusions only make me feel worse. Wish I could see you drive with a full tank of petrol. With your hands on the wheel, you're in control of us all in our fatalist fantasy. But we're not having fun tonight. We are our own little TV show playing to all those concerned. Wish I could see you drive with a full tank of petrol. Maybe we can go somewhere. Or anywhere. I'm in your hands tonight.