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.
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.
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.
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.