Gasoline I can smell it on my clothes You wrapped your arms around me And I woke up soaked in gasoline Trampoline I used the last of my faith When you shot me straight up to the sky And I crashed right through your trampoline I want to be brave But you don't make it easy When every time I get close You get a little bit farther away Hand grenade It's difficult to feel safe When you're taking little bitty steps Terrified you don't upset my hand grenade Rear view mirror Somehow things become so clear I'll be damned if I let you Take a backseat to the view in my review mirror I know you want to be brave But I don't make it easy When every time I get close You get a little bit farther away I wish I could save you from all the shrieking voices Inside your head that rip you to shreds and tell you lies Like there's no happiness to find Gasoline, gasoline