Untitled 01 (Good Man)
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.