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