You tried you all 13 channels, but they burned me out again
'cause it's over whenever they say
I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere,
And the mailman can't come in to explain
So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate see, and it's hard to never mind.
It's hard to never mind.
I bought myself new candles, they only burn old flames.
I guess it's all the same anyway
Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew
But my point of view's forever changed
All this gasoline just goes to show that no one never minds.
It's building up, bottled up in time
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me?
Are you going to find me so the bogs? aren't empty all the time?
I think way too much about the way things should be said
'cause it just can't leave my head all the way.
It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today
I think I might get burned anyway
All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice.
I do my best, not everything is right
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
Please bring it down, bring it down.
Writer(s): Christopher Walla
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