Photograph

Photograph

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey's head?

This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin' out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time I had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must of done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Lot's better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn't let me in
Oh, woah, woah, woah God, I

Every memory of lookin' out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye

Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the person I was lookin' for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye

Goodbye

Remember the old arcade?
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops seen us hangin' out
They said somebody went and burnt it down

We use to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just a steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since God knows when
Oh, woah, woah, oh God, I

Every memory of lookin' out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye

Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the person I was lookin' for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye

[I miss] I miss that town
[I miss] I miss their faces
[You can't] You can't erase
[You can't] You can't replace it
[I miss] I miss it now
[I can't] I can't believe it
[So hard] So hard to stay
[Too hard] Too hard to leave it

If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change [Change, change, change]

Every memory of lookin' out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's [Hard to say] hard to say it
Time to say it
[Good bye] Good bye, good bye
Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the person I was lookin' for
It's [Hard to say] hard to say it
Time to say it
[Good bye] Good bye, good bye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me

My source for good music, Kate, hooked me up with this song a couple of weeks ago. Granted, I never kissed a girl named Kim (GAKK!) alot of what this song says reflect show I feel about life in general. I mean, seems like I'm always "looking out the backdoor," at the photographs from way back when and wondering what the heck happened to that time. Missing that time.

Only I don't want to say goodbye. I pretty much refuse to. I'm not one to leave everything behind and move on. I simply can't. Perhaps this is bad, but to quote "Everybody's Free (to wear Sunscreen) "The older you get, the more you'll need the people you knew when you were young."

I need you people out there. I always will. Some might really think it's time for me to just say goodbye. But I think if I did that I just might go insane.