Gasoline

We make sense together only when we are drugged
Two for you and one for me, so I know what’s up
I like the smell of gasoline, but I know it’s not good for me
How could anything so good be deadly

I wonder if others have ever felt this way
Do they equate love and pain as meaning the same
She asks “do you know where Steely Dan got their name?”
No, but I think their blend of jazz rock is kinda lame

She takes my arm, says, “do you love me now?”
Before I can say anything
The pain hits my brain and I scream out loud

I like you like the smell of gasoline
I like you but the headaches make me mean
I like you like the smell of gasoline

There are two sides to everything you know
You can’t encounter pleasure without risking sorrow
She tells these words of wisdom to me as I leave to go
Some day or another I will break her hold

I try to get away, I try but I can’t
I don’t want to hear those Steely Dan albums again
I go to her room and knock
She says, “it’s unlocked…”
I do hope the war of love and hate will eventually stop

On my arm there is a tattoo now
Cigarette is burning down
Leaves a black mark all the way around
I like you like the smell of gasoline
I like you but the headaches make me mean
I like you like the smell of gasoline
Cigarette is burning down
She’s Cortez, she’s conquered me
Torture me till I black out
Did I really cum when the rope began to squeeze?