NO GASOLINE

Honey’s not gonna rot, baby I been driving around cause I’ve been so down again lately You’ve got daddy’s jeans and tattered sleeves, mama I’ve been letting you in and then out and then down again lately No gasoline Fourteen degrees I want you to promise me I want you to say it out loud Your armchair apology, honestly I’ve been Pacing around Sarah don’t say you wrote a love song You got holes in your heart your Sonata won’t start in the winter I’m not sure I ever let you see me I’ve got things I don’t say I’ve got music that plays from the TV No gasoline Fourteen degrees I want you to promise me I want you to say it out loud Your armchair apology, honestly I’ve been Pacing around And I’d never tell you But there’s nobody else My last lonely winter From what I can tell