Honey, what new chemicals are calming you now, for every night you can't block out, for every time they held you down? But there will always be a shadow eating at you, some fresh darkness screaming loud, and you'll still be so goddamn proud. "Baby, you run on gasoline, I run on empty, yeah, beat that, beat that. You run on gasoline, I run on empty, yeah, beat that, beat that. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." And you were once young poetry, simple and pure, but you said, "Pure? Pure? Nothing is anymore." Yeah, you said, "Pure? Oh, pure. Nothing is anymore." Yeah, you said, "Pure? Pure? Nothing is anymore, there are no unopened doors that we're still searching for, the pain always becomes too much to ignore." You said, "Pure? Pure? Nothing is anymore." Once I thought that was true, but now it's tearing through you and I just can't. I just can't. "You run on gasoline, I run on empty, yeah, beat that, beat that. You run on gasoline, I run on empty, yeah, beat that, beat that. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." You said, "Pure? Oh, pure. Nothing is anymore."