The fever of youth
It can be such a brute
And parties come and parties go
Drinks on us, it’s a holy show
And I’ll always be sixteen 
Somewhere in a pink dream
Of candy clouds and come what may
Just don’t ask me to do what you say
Because I will rebel, rebel
Send hate crashing into hell
Like that year we walked Blathnáid home
But the streets of Longford are not to roam
In the night
It was alright
I think we ran back
Fearful of an attack
And we were just a little high on spritzers
At Jemma’s house and Pulitzer’s 
We’re something I thought I’d own
The years in between that I’d grown
But so far it’s all quiet
Nothing like the silent riot
On the trampoline 
Trying not to make a scene 
By throwing up
And Paddy had a little of my love
Though I didn’t tell him that
I know that he liked me back
And I wonder where or how the time
Has been kind to him and no rhyme
Can ever capture what he was
He was beautiful just because
His eyes were full of soul
And when he stared at me the waves would roll
Like a sullen sea
Intent on surfing me
To the conclusion
And if there was any confusion
I’d like to clear it up
And let him know that a little love
Falls his way
In every word that I say
Every poem I write
Exposes his pirate light
With earring in tow
I know you thought I didn’t know
But bad boy chic
And sensitive sends my cheek
Flaming red
I thought of you that night in bed
And if you’d knock on the door
How it would be something more
But anyway you are too dashing gallant
And if I’d’ve had any talent
I would have sent these lines to you
How’s it cooking in your zoo?
Do the lions roar
And is the treasure chest still to explore
I hope you see
That you were the riproar in me
For a moment held
I just hope you know that I felt
More than Spiral Tree
Behind the bar between you and me
Could explain
You were a shower and I love the rain