Gasoline

I don’t trust these thoughts of mine
If I’m not dead, I’m half alive
Listen to the echoes bouncing up and down these halls
I recognize my voice, but these words don’t make sense at all
I take a bloodied finger to the walls
I write a name and tell you what I’m called
But it doesn’t hide the arguments, the torn-up skin I’m living in, ah
I don’t trust these thoughts of mine
If I’m not dead, I’m half alive
I cast a shadow on the wall
Light throws a monster 10 feet tall
It’s gasoline and my mind is on fire
Is it on fire?
This is all familiar, just on faces never worn
It’s so repetitious, and the feedback can’t be ignored
The devil from the details at the door
He’s lighting up the warning signs, silent alarms I go deaf by
You miss the full extent, the torn-up skin I’m captive in, ah
I don’t trust these thoughts of mine
If I’m not dead, I’m half alive
You cast a shadow on the wall
Light throws a monster 10 feet tall
You’re gasoline and my mind is on fire
Am I on fire?
Would you love me if I stayed?
Half my charm is my decay
But would you love me if I stayed?
I wish you could
I don’t trust these thoughts of mine
I don’t trust these thoughts of mine
If I’m not dead, I’m half alive
I don’t trust these thoughts of mine
If I’m not dead, I’m half alive
There’s a shadow on the wall
Light throws a monster 10 feet tall
It’s gasoline and my mind is on fire