Photographs

Looking back at the photographs of me Stare into eyes I used to see with They are glowing warm with memories that stick like syrup This one's from when I was just a boy Too young to dream or be employed Bliss swept my countenance as I was climbing up the playhouse I recall the feeling But don't recall its name I can see me Looking right back at me Through the one-way glass Of a photograph All of the things I thought and All of the fights I fought Are ghosts inside this frame And so I turn the page Here I am breaking into teens My look is confident and green My hair was brown but like Cobain's and I was scared and hungry For feeling anything at all The flight that comes before the fall The taste that grows inside your mouth after you've kissed a treasure There is nothing like the first time If there is I've never seen it But I can see me Looking right back at me Through the one-way glass Of a photograph and All of the things I thought and All of the fights I fought are ghosts inside this frame And so I turn the page