Ok
So they say
That you become most
Like the ones you are
Around the most
Is that because
Every time you exhale you lose a
Fragment of your soul
Then everytime you inhale you take in a part of another's
Then your last breath would be the very last fragment of your soul

You age like wine
but you are mine
Young and old

I age like milk
but I am fine
A clever fool

You age like wine
blessed and saved
loved and wanted

I age like milk
brave and alive
strong and sure

You age like wine
sweet and immature
naive and suave  

I age like milk
pretty and patient
loaded and free