Smoking at the Gas Station Songtext
von Helena Deland

Smoking at the gas station
Desperate for attention
In small gestures of protest

Trace the outline of my hand
So I′m reminded where I end
Say this is no contest
To be loved by you
To be loved by you
You
You

I need to get out of the house today
To try my face
Out on strangers


And if anyone's to look my way
I′ll latch onto their gaze
Demanding answers

How to look more like you?
How to look more like you?
You
You


How can everything
Feel so familiar?
Do I have to mourn?
Do I have to mourn?
Feeling anything
That's unfamiliar
Do I have to mourn?
Do I have to mourn?
Feeling anything
That's unfamiliar
Do I have to mourn?
Do I have to mourn?