Like A Trip Back To Middle School

Thursday, October 4, 2007

sometimes i forget just how perfect this song is

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,
im 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.

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