Gasoline

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

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