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