Sixteen — текст песни (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…16
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