Fell in love for the first time With a friend, who was here a while Feels heaven like maybe he is mine 31 took a lifetime. People say he looks happy Because he’s sharp and skinny. Old him is still him, Maybe the real him. Look, I made him pretty He still cries I don’t know why. Makes me smile. Is he acting his age now? When will he be on his way out? He stepped off the stage, like a bird in a cage. Told him, he’s my secret He didn’t get to keep. People are hungry for the meanest, Somebody has to feed. Does he still cry? Still makes me smile. He never did any wrong. His patience is gone. He’d loved and lost for too long.