Fuel

She said, "Maybe there's a kryptonite
For someone who has the inability to cry,"
But he said, "Or maybe it's all imagined in your head.
Who the hell cares if we're all gonna end up dead?"
But what does he know, he know?
What does he know?

Gasoline is the fuel for an empty car.
Music is the fuel for a broken head.
You look so cool,
With a redneck grin, but you've got tattoos.
Maybe that's my fuel.
Look at me the way you do, love.
I'm telling you, I've found my fuel.

Did I hear you stutter? That's not like you.
Looking at the hints don't seem to help you.
Because how can I learn if you never speak?
I'm walking on the sidelines, trying to cheat.
My head's spinning, won't you help?
It's spinning, I'm out.

Gasoline is the fuel for an empty car.
Music is the fuel for a broken head.
You look so cool,
With a redneck grin, but you've got tattoos.
Maybe that's my fuel.
Look at me the way you do, love.
I'm telling you, I've found my fuel.