Gasoline
I'm not confident or happy in my own way
Every year I have to suffer on my birthday
Never get to say all I want to say
Mid point, half a thought, before they walk away

And I didn't think it's them
Then I think and ponder, think again
And I surely wanna be someone who's a quick wit slick and a god-sent friend
To the end, Round the bend
Never take, never lend
Might hate, too late, here I go, here I blend
I'll try, but you're not the sort that ever mends
(you're not the sort that ever mends)

Because
Sometimes I feel flat
Because every person that I talk to is a twat
Every breath I breathe out
Is stolen by somebody else
I wish I could breathe out gasoline…
I'm not confident or happy in my own way
It's kinda crappy, bell-ends chatting every Monday
Always want to cry when you walk away
Leave me here, disappear, like a ginger stray
And you can’t do things like that
When you act all green then you eat that crap
Everybody steals my art when I'm not looking cus their copy cats
Little rats, total twats, like the chorus scat
Fuck your face and your nose and your tits and tat
Not literally, don't hate on me
Wait, actually, I don't care about that
Actually I don't care about that
(Actually I don't care about that)

Because
Sometimes I feel flat
Because every person that I talk to is a twat
Every breath I breathe out
Is stolen by somebody else
I wish I could breathe out gasoline…

Cus everybody just wants to be exactly like me
Everybody wants to think of themselves just like me
Cus I can spell with cool letters like T-I-T
And I can count even better like 666
You gotta
Get more talent to be like me
You gotta stop acting tough and kill your self esteem
Gotta realise that not all is what it's meant to be
Because there's shit on the screen and plastic in the sea
I said I'm picking up from where J left off
I got phlegm in my throat that makes me wanna cough
Hop, lop, drop and flop
It’s probably time for you to stop
‘But my behaviour, it’s just nature’
Well it’s burning down in acres
And the lives you think are cute are chopped and packaged into craters
And the pain it took from them’s inside your mouth disguised as flavour
Can you taste their sense of danger?
Cus they have a sense of danger
Human race can be a failure
Sure it’s great but could be greater
Sometimes I feel flat
Because every person that I talk to is a twat
Every breath I breathe out
Is stolen by somebody else
I wish I could breathe out gasoline…

Fuck your shoes and your FaceTune too
And then everything you love to do
Because it's true, and it's nothing new
If it's gonna change then it starts with you

I'm not confident or happy in my own way
Every year I have to suffer on my birthday
Nothing that I do is gonna make it change
Sit right here, with my ears, and my stupid name