Please Just Take These Photos from My Hands

The yellowed page of the books and books

I'd forgotten that I had

These paperbacks they know their age they smell

of weight and time that's resting warm

The opened box beside the endless box

parade that haunts my house

Is fit to split with photographs that tell

the wanderlust of years smashed on to years

When all this actual life played out

Where the hell on Earth was I?

I rack my brains but it won't come

Through water damaged shot eyes

The fleeting triumphs brazen lies

All seem to mingle into one

I read your name under words in your

elegant hand you probably don't mean now

I fold the letter and think of a million

and one things that I could have done different

When all this actual life played out

Where the hell on Earth was I?

I rack my brains but it won't come

Through water damaged shot eyes

The fleeting triumphs brazen lies

All seem to mingle into one

One gigantic fairy tale

Of friends I haven't seen in years

Drinking 'til the daylight hurts

Please Just Take These Photos From My Hands

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