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

Oh, 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

'Cause in the photographs

You lit a bogue, then ashed

Into the water splash

And batted long black lashes to the camera flash

Nineteen, seven, nine, 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

'Cause 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