so today. Sweet sixteen. Its all about me, but in my head its all about you. When you smile at me, play your guitar, I don't know how to handle anything. I twirl, I spin and I'm off out in the universe.
I wish it was me you sang about, that those chords  were impressions of me voice. That you would be high on me, and addicted like a crackwhore and I'm the only drug that can satisfy the urge.
I always want to hear your voice, the melody you love to play. I always want your eyes on me.
That's what I want for my birthday. Today.