Five, six, seven, eight!nnAll the time, awakenYou're still on my mindnBut we were on our ownnAlmost all the timennAnd she'll step awaynFor a second or twonAnd I close my eyesnAnd I think of younnWe were only seventeennWe were holding in our screamsnLike we'd torn it from the pagesnOf some lipstick magazinenAnd you scratch and turnnAnd say, let's burn ourselves up 'til we screamnLike gasolinennThose tender daysnAt your mother's housenAnd your father would find nMy hand inside your blousennBut they tell me thatnYou're married nownOh my dear, I fearnI can't understand hownnWe were only seventeennWe were holding back our screamsnLike we'd torn our lives from the pagesnOf some girly magazinesnAnd you scratch and turnnAnd say, let's burn these sheets down to the seamsnLike gasolinennI was only twenty onenI wasn't having any funnAnd the words you saidnTore through my headnLike bullets from a gunnAnd I shoulda just shown up and said,nGet in this car, let's runnnAnd these years have seen nSo many imitations turning greennEach like the last, they go right past, nLike credits on a screennBut your memory blazes through menBurning everythingnLike gasolinenLike gasolinenLike gasoline