Fuel from Fuel by Dresser

On the highway again, this time without friends
What is there I would not do to get to you
A little slice of paradise where everyone’s good and nice
There’s a cynic coming ‘round the bend
But you suit it so well, that golden skin it tells
To live another way’s to be a chump
This sun-soaked fantasy’s diminishing half of me
Almost tempted to light one up

Don’t think twice, your sorry ass it’ll be alright
You’ve got oceans for eyes
Dissecting humour, tracks lost in much sooner than expected for an evening of fish and wine and getting snookered

Don’t get used to me, you might notice that I’m no fun
Can’t crack a joke if it’s what our lives depended on
Well don’t you think that I’m cool?
I felt fragile with you in the national park
Now I’m in San Francisco on a lawn thinking about that spark
And where we got the fuel

As I walk around these palatial grounds I experience a shortness of breath
Your phantom fingers curl around my wrist and your likeness whispers don’t take me for granted, not yet
Because above all things, dread when sensed it sings and often cries and yells to wake you up
Perception is deception, it’ll screw your direction and grasp you so tight you’ll feel down on your luck

Don’t think twice, your sorry ass it’ll be alright
You’ve got oceans for eyes
Dissecting humour, tracks lost in much sooner than expected for an evening of fish and wine and getting snookered

Don’t get used to me, you might notice that I’m no fun
Can’t crack a joke if it’s what our lives depended on
Well don’t you think that I’m cool?
I felt fragile with you in the national park
Now I’m in San Francisco on a lawn thinking about that spark
And where we got the fuel

Well I know something’s wrong when I start writing songs
A moving pen feels like the presence of death
Contentment never wrote a word about all you do that’s good or how it feels when you bit my neck
Because with purple bruises, that feeling diffuses
Souvenir I did not plan to fetch
Healing take your time with me, a month would be fine
Till I can kiss my baby again

Don’t think twice, your sorry ass it’ll be alright
You’ve got oceans for eyes
Dissecting humour, tracks lost in much sooner than expected for an evening of fish and wine and getting snookered

Don’t question it
The tank’s now full
There’s plenty of fuel to take us back to the pacific ocean
On our way there we can grow blond hair and forget how to be sarcastic
Baby I’m used to you, are you gladly used to me too?

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