You didn't hear me, I'll say it louder
Impatient, I'll say it fouler
I've always got something poor to say because I'm too proud to admit that I was wrong today
Feeling unwell
I know I'm sick
I'm thinking too fast
I take the hit
To slow me down
I hear the drip
Of the last shot from the bottle
The brake that'll take my foot off the throttle
It's Gasoline
Make believe
This isn't me
Its just a dream
Heavy air
On a dare
I'll say that I don't care
And for once,  I'll believe it.