Heard you down the street
Feel like I'm thirteen
Never felt so good to be
Be alone
Held up imagery
Only big to me
And several hundred others
Who like to feel good feeling bad
Wholly awarming over
Basically swarming over me
Don't you adore, it's over
Dawning on me
Maybe be big deal
Though so small you feel
Your select appeal is real,
But excludes you
It all felt much too lame
Fortunes never came
You won't out last your name, though
We seize, we feel you more than you do
Wholly awarming over
Maybe the storm blows over, see
Despite yourself left a legacy
Preserved, enshrined, re-enacted
Deserved or not, still effective
Always dawning on and on and on
