Gasoline (Acoustic Version) [Bonus Track]

Five, six, seven, eight!

All the time I wake, you're still on my mind.
We were on our own almost all the time.
She'll step away for just 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 until we scream.

Like gasoline.

All those tender days at your mother's house . . .
and your father would find my hand inside your blouse.
They tell me that you're married now.
Well 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 girlie magazine,
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,
While your memory blazes through me, burning everything.

Like gasoline.
Like gasoline.
Like gasoline.