Burning Gasoline.

The road has been laid to my feet,

I know how not to drown,

The atmosphere burns, feel the heat,

Got to get out of this town.

I am crashing down in spirals.

But here on top of the hill,

I raise my fist, infected with virals

You purify my veins, the sweetest pill.

In each and every way,

it's the price that I must pay,

This is not just a single day,

I serve my head up on a tray.

Hold on, slow down, tell me.

Take a step, don't need to be afraid,

Can't count the times I said I was sorry,

Standing on the rooftop, everything's displayed.