Lyrics:

One, two, out

Five, six, seven, eight!

All the time away
You're still on my mind
We were on our own
Almost all the time
And she'll step away
For a second or two
When I close my eyes
I think of you
We were only 17
We were holding in our screams
Like we'd torn it from the pages
Of some girly magazine
And you scratch and turn
And say, 'Let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream'
Like gasoline

All those tender days
At your mother's house
Oh, and your father would find
My hand inside your blouse
Well, they tell me that
You're married now
Oh my dear, I fear
I can't understand how
When we were only 17
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 ourselves until we scream'
Like gasoline

And I was only 21
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 my car, let's run'
And these years have seen
So many imitations turning green
Each like the last, they just go past
Like credits on a screen
But your memory blazing through me
Burning everything
Like gasoline
Like gasoline
Is like gasoline