You tried you all 13 channels, but they burned me out again
Cause it's over whenever they say
I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere,
And the mailman can't come in to explain

So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate see, and it's hard to never mind.
It's hard to never mind.

I bought myself new candles, they only burn old flames.
I guess it's all the same anyway

Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew
But my point of view's forever changed

All this gasoline just goes to show that no one never minds.
It's building up, bottled up in time

All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.

And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me?
Are you going to find me so the bogs? aren't empty all the time?

I think way too much about the way things should be said
Cause it just can't leave my head all the way.

It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today
I think I might get burned anyway

All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice.
I do my best, I know not everything is right

All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
Please bring it down, bring it down.