Photograph of Sydney Sweeney

[crk74]

Look at this photograph. Every time I do, it makes me laugh.
How did our eyes get so small? And what the hell am I looking at?
It surely isn't her, the love of my life. The most awesome babe Sydney Sweeney.
And the background was supposed to look like where I grew up. I don't think it's real. Nothing is real that I make.

I never knew we ever went without. Sometimes I like sneak out with her and have a good time. Getting laid is great.
And she knows where I like to go. Most of the time had better things to do, except for having sex with her.
Criminal record says I broke into her apartment twice.
I must've done it half a dozen times. I wonder if it's too late Should I go back and try to fix the window I smashed?
Life's better now than it was back then. If I was the landlord, I wouldn't let me in.

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, God, I, I!
Yeah, that's how it feels when her hands are stroking my dick and she's got her lips on it.
She sucks it so good, I wish I had a photograph of that. Not going to complain about all the pics I have of her tits.
Every memory of looking out the back door, thinking about her rear end.
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it, but it's time to say it.
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door.
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Remember the time I fucked your tits? Blew every last drop of my load you made me cum all over them.
We were out in public that day, stirring up an even bigger mess than that at some place where no one could catch us.
The cops hated us hangin' out. They say somebody went and burned down the building we used to hang out.
We used to listen to the radio and sing along with every song we know.
We said someday we'd find out how it feels to sing to more than just the steering wheel.
Angela's the first girl I kissed,I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
She's had a couple of kids since then. I haven't seen her since God knows when.


I'm thinking about Spokane.
I miss that town. I miss their faces
You 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, I'd relive those days with Sydney. I know the one thing that would never change

Look at this photograph. Every time I do, it makes me laugh. Every time I do, it makes me happy.