Photograph

Guitar fell out of time, missed you when you were mine
Snowflake auld lang syne wept from the 7 line
Thought bout something you said in ’02 and slept on the tarmac
Oh, got a text from you out the blue well whatcha call that

It’s just a photograph
You catch her mid laugh
It’s just a furtive stab
Into the curtained past
Cus in the photographs
You lit a bogue then ashed
Into the water splash
And batted long black lashes ‘to the camera flash

1979 asian children crying
Nixon had resigned and the pretty fathers pined
For days spent grillin dr pibb out in the guard shack
Mrs hansen will you take me till death do and all that

It’s just a photograph
You catch her mid laugh
It’s just a furtive stab
Into the curtained past
Cus in the photographs
The kings of queens yelped brash
And ordered guinness drafts
And she smiled then laughed ordered something on my tab

Countless boroughs filled with bars
All that matters is the scars doc is criminal
As charged burn your tongue its metal forks burn
The young its metaphors burn your skin
Its agent orange, apples sprinkled in the porridge
I don’t know where you are, daddy loan me your car
Baby, where did you park, darkened parking garage
Babe, what happened to us, long pained look
Where’s the trust, gets tinged up with the lust
Zipper down then you fuck just then a passing truck