The 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 When we were only seventeen
We were holding back our screams
Like we'd torn our lives
From the pages of some girl
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