Gasoline

Circumstances as they are I'm grateful
 You took chances, bent your back in my defense
 All your clothes still smell like gasoline
 Turpentine and fingernail grease
 Nobody knows how I feel
 because they haven't hurt to such a degree
 Nobody bandages things up like you
 Hospitals and medication run-around
 Faith put in a government run aground
 Photo albums filled with divorce and christmas trees
 Every grinding gear of this family
 Nobody knows how I feel
 because they haven't put a faith in you
 Nobody has the memory
 of the hole put in the hallway that you patched up
 Circumstances as they are I'm grateful
 All your clothes still smell like gasoline