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 'till 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 should have 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...