Sebadoh - Sixteen Lyrics
Sweep the dirt under your rugYou're on your drug, and then it hits meIt's paregoric in my head, I'm all doped-upAnd just a babyDoing just fine, you're making up your mind16I'm all grown up and what I knowIt isn't from your mouthAnd now I'm confused cuz you don't talkOr wonder what I thinkI'm standing here and still I cannot hear youMy passion's locked inside meDivulging your imperativeFor during, though, it's easy (?)A hundred years of therapyThanks, thanks anyway, I'll soon be leaving