Sixteen Songtext
von Sebadoh

Sweep the dirt under your rug, you′re on your drug
And then it hits me
It's paregoric in my head, I′m all doped-up
And just a baby

Doing just fine
You're making up your mind at sixteen


I'm all grown up and what I know
It isn′t from your mouth
And now I′m confused 'cuz you don′t talk
Or wonder what I think

I'm standing here and still I cannot hear you
My passion′s locked inside me, divulging your imperative
For during, though it's easy, a hundred years of therapy
Thanks, thanks anyway, I′ll soon be leaving

[Incomprehensible]