John Mayer - Golden

How cruel is the golden rule
When the lives we lived were only golden plated

And I knew that the lights of the city
Where too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me. Tongues on the sockets
Of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth
Drowns the spark of my tears

And I knew that the lights of the city
Where too heavy for me (to heavy for me)
Though I carried karats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me

And pray they don't grow up to be...