..Five, six, seven, eight!

All the time, awake

you're still on my mind
But we were on our own
Almost all the time


And she'll step away
For a second or two

And I close my eyes
And I think of you


We were only seventeen
We were holding in our screams
Like we'd torn it from the

pages of some lipstick magazine
And you scratch and turn
And say, "let's burn

ourselves up 'til we scream"
Like gasoline


Those tender days
At your mother's house
And your father would find my

hand inside your blouse

But they tell me that

you're married now
Oh my dear, I fear I can't understand how


When we were only seventeen
We were holding back our screams
Like we'd torn our lives

from the pages of some girly
magazines
And you scratch and turn

And say, "let's burn these
sheets down to the seams"
Like gasoline


I was only twenty one
I wasn't having any fun

And the words you said tore through my head
Like bullets from a gun
And I shoulda just shown up and said,

"Get in this car, let's run"

And these years have seen

so many imitations turning green
Each like the last, they
go right past like credits

on a screen
But your memory blazes through me
Burning everything

Like gasoline
Like gasoline
Like gasoline