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