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, 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.