When I think about you My thoughts take on a dark blue tint Like looking through colored cellophane Permanently washed out in the soft hues of twilight
Maybe it's fitting I often worry that you might dwindle and fade Well before your time These years shouldn't be your twilight
And I'd be writing my will before I'm 27 I'll die from a thrill Go down in history as just a wasted talent Can I face the challenge?