Gasoline

..Five, six, seven, eight!All the time, awakeYou're still on my mindBut we were on our ownAlmost all the timeAnd she'll step awayFor a second or twoAnd I close my eyesAnd I think of youWe were only seventeenWe were holding in our screamsLike we'd torn it from the pages of some lipstick magazineAnd you scratch and turnAnd say, "let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream"Like gasolineThose tender daysAt your mother's houseAnd your father would find my hand inside your blouseBut they tell me thatYou're married nowOh my dear, I fear I can't understand howWhen we were only seventeenWe were holding back our screamsLike we'd torn our lives from the pages of some girly magazinesAnd you scratch and turnAnd say, "let's burn these sheets down to the seams"Like gasolineI was only twenty oneI wasn't having any funAnd the words you said tore through my headLike bullets from a gunAnd I shoulda just shown up and said,"Get in this car, let's run"And these years have seen so many imitations turning greenEach like the last, they go right past like credits on a screenBut your memory blazes through meBurning everythingLike gasolineLike gasolineLike gasoline