well i wrote your name and burned it to 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 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