.I was only seventeen
Hauling frantically
On the back of a matchbook
I don't think that I could've looked in you in the eye
So fearful of what I might ignite
But I kind of hoped you'd stayed
I was barely home a day, plotting my escape
With a dartboard and a blindfold.
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