Sixteen Lyrics - 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