Sunday, January 15, 2006 -
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 withoutThe second floor is hard for sneakin' out.And this is where I went to school.Most of the time had better things to do.Criminal record says I broke in twiceI must've done it half a dozen times.I wonder if it's too lateShould I go back and try to graduate?Life's better now than it was back thenIf I was them I wouldn't let me in oh oh ohOh god I…Every memory of lookin' out the back doorI got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.It's hard to say it, time to say it.Goodbye, goodbye.Every memory of walkin' out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for.It's hard to say it, time to say it.Goodbye, goodbye.I miss that town, I miss the facesYou can't erase, you can't replace it.I miss it now, I can't believe it.So hard to stay, too hard to leave it.If I could relive those days,I know the one thing that would never change.
jeanthemean
cried her heart out at 11:39 PM