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I got carried away 
by this photograph 
I found today. 

We look so happy in a way
You painted a moment for me 
on this day. 

I can't fall in love

weaponize these photographs
This is my chance
This is my chance
Offer me this one request
You know I always picked you up
When you were not at your best

You got rolly pollies on the floor of your apartment
And I got butterflies flyin' around in my stomach
I know you feel them too by the way we keep

I'm the same age in photographs taken
Hundreds of years apart

Give you three guesses as to which subject
Still has a beating heart

Give me one

Photographs of pasts I had no part of
Hard to not feel jealousy, when I wish they all were me
I had to be broken before I found who I could be

Digital drug

A field of roses
Turns to ash
Replaced by cell phone photographs
Explorations in wooden ships
They didn't live in times like this

You're so

the leather 

And if you have to ask 
You've gone running back 
To the wrong one 
And I thought I buried your sweet words
In every photograph 
I see lights

The people round me are healing
That's all we've ever known
We're staring at faded photographs
To let go

To all the wolf in sheeps clothing I'll huff puff

were blindly feeling our way through the dark

This scar from the wound you left
When you tried to shoot me dead
I still keep your photograph
Along with

running a race
Thinking I swear I lack a secret ingredient of sorts
Wonder if it's lemon juice or lilac, a gallon or maybe two quarts
Sorting photographs

by.  
  
 Days in the town were gray and wasted.  
 Standard wounds from school - he collected all.  
 There are things a mother can’t help with  
 No

Old photographs
Of times gone by

slow
Pick the target
Photograph it
Harder, go harder
All is Long gone but I want it

Nananana where did all the time go
Give me the time pls

Nananana

might just disappear
I might just disappear
Don't hold my hand

Photograph I said
Photograph I said
I don't want money
Every time yeah
Every time yeah
Go

Let's go, ayy

This poor creature in these photographs
(Dead)
Tortured (Dead) , bloody, buried bare funeral dressings in 1920 (Oh)
Blood dyes a gold

morning dew
Mother's eyes on the sky, today's dew was afternoon

Side by side a groom and a bride
There are photographs tacked, next to my desk and
What are

Passing by old places that we hung out
Remembering the stories we don't talk about
Complaining life wasn't so easy
But really we were making

Building a bond that felt right

I’ll love you till the moon and back
If you say I'll swallow a map
Please give me your photograph
I’ll look it when I’m

She sits by the window, Day after day
Waiting for someone to take her away,
Raindrops falling down blur her vision.
She longs to see the sun shine

I'm not something special; I'm just like the rest
Sometimes I get lonely, and I feel like a mess
I wave to people passing by me in the hall
I guess

the same

'Cause your beauty knows no bounds
Your beauty knows no bounds
Your beauty knows no bounds inside my mind

I saw your face in a photograph
And all

nothing new
Whenever I'm alone, I try to look through our old photographs
Remember when we used to laugh, but I don't recognize us anymore
My mama told me,

they don't last
In a torn photograph
Your memory will live on the walls of the old parade

Then I saw
Your ghost-like figure
In the bathroom mirror

connected by some bullshit consciousness
Rainy days, drunk nights
Ride my bike, I'll be alright
Your pain's in plain site
I wanna make it right
Rainy days