Photograph - Frog

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

O, 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