Sometimes I burned the things I loved, until I learned to play it cool
Sometimes I turned them into sand, So I could fit them in my hand
Sometimes love made me feel so small. Or it was hard to feel at all
Sometimes I wished the sky would fall, So they would finally understand
Sometimes in summer, I would run down every street to meet someone
Sometimes in winter, I would wish That summer hadn't ever come
Sometimes I couldn't understand Why anyone got out of bed
Sometimes I couldn't understand Why the whole world wasn't illuminated
Sometimes a lost love felt like smoke A dream from which I just awoke
Sometimes a new love felt like fire I was consumed and lifted higher
Sometimes a true love was a question and seduction a suggestion
Somehow, the times I wasted worst are now times I love the best