untitled one.
well i wrote your name and burned it, see the color of the flame,
and it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everything.
mine just burned gold, a normal flame, i am not anything.
and all that i remember is the feeling of waking up,
when we were kids you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust.
when we were kids i was a fountain you could never drink enough,
then came all the boys who swept you up, played careless with your heart,
and every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car.
something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can.
i am glad, i am glad, you found a good man.
and it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everything.
mine just burned gold, a normal flame, i am not anything.
and all that i remember is the feeling of waking up,
when we were kids you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust.
when we were kids i was a fountain you could never drink enough,
then came all the boys who swept you up, played careless with your heart,
and every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car.
something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can.
i am glad, i am glad, you found a good man.