Irresistible Object she was to my stilted, stunted, stifled self
Immovable Force I surely appear to the unfreaked
  to the rational
  to the second star to the right crowd
Folks who've read about me in books but didn't bother to read
the Do Not Feed the Troubadour sign above my head

...and Fireflies aren't as bright as they were when I was
   young, wide-eyed and guilty of something, no doubt...

She saves the most important questions for me (to ask)
Everybody else gets everything else including the cookies
The answers she keeps for herself

With each day that refuses to fall I hurt a little less and live a little more inside

Something about the adversity or the heat or the distance
or the simple fact that you don't believe in magick
and therefore you don't believe in me or my words

Crushless, I remember that summer does something to the brain
and makes plain girls pretty and pretty girls just plain irresistible

It's too hot
It's too far
It's too bright tonight for stargazing
and even though today is her birthday, I won't call