Gas Station Gus - Tingsek

I press play and there’s us.

I guess around 15

You’d be «Gas station Gus,» Peter, Paul and Gene

Our laughter looped on to an old tape, you’d break

To make it sound more true, dirty and less fake

I really miss you

I really miss you

All the commotion and creative devotion

All the things we would do if you were here to

All the things we would do

We’d form a band and brag about its breakthrough

You’d ask me to dumb it down and I’d laugh at you

And it never really mattered how fucked up things could be

You’d find a way somehow to cheat reality

You made me believe in things I didn’t know exist

Things that were there all along on your «to do list»

I really miss you

I really miss you

And creative devotion