My Father’s Garage

I'm no hero in my hometown
The revolutions go down
Whenever I wield my axe
Never even thought of pronouns
Listening to [?]
All I knew was love and wax

Was always burnt in the midnight oil
Tangled up in this motor coil
Anything [?] tracing on my outline on her floor
When I finally go to bed
I find myself being cold as heck
Just anywhere to shed that place
Behind that automatic door

In my father's garage
Where I will get lost and run
Just to find who I am
Did not hurt to [?]
Although exhausting
[?] to find who I am

[instrumental break]

(This one?)
I'm a [?] in my own house
But [?] in a [?] house
I take two step on sevеn [?]

I've been reckless with my modеm
But I'll drown in the torrent
For you to have a perfect tick

[unfinished]