I sat down
Made a list of all the things I care about
Think I mentioned "Scott Street" and Springsteen
And I wrote your name twice
I hate it
nothing's changed at all since we were seventeen
You could never keep your money or hands off me
And I still want you like that
But I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to
No I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to
Don't get mad, I wasn't looking for you
You're just easy to find
You're a forest fire burning and returning
To the front of my mind, yeah
But I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to
No, I can't make a lover out of you unless you ask me to
And you can't admit I see right through you
Does it scare you when I do?
No, you can't admit I see right through you
But baby, won't you want me to?
Eighteen
Haven't changed all that much, but I'm dying to
All I got is old news and June gloom
