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