Song: Whales die in the puddles of gasoline

Don't lock yourself in shirt, take a deep breath,
I know I'm overweight and I'm not the one,
I'll be only a memory, step, or stage.
And, by the way, we probably would die together.
We buried over entrances five-story building,
Will open the next hour flower even,
I was never happy, know,
but the stability is great,
the rest doesn't matter.