someone told me you were making sculptures of our friends
and on the plaques you wrote that ‘good things never end.’
i don’t know what you were trying to get me to see
if i got a haircut would you even recognize me?
i don’t want to live again
i don’t know if i can
the first time was enough
try two lives fucking up
i want to go back to action park
though i really don’t know that much.
baby, baby!
we could take some photographs
tell our kids those are our pasts.
baby, baby!
if there was one thing you could never stand about summertime,
it was sitting on your couch with nothing on your mind.
i only wish i could hate those moments half as much as you
but then again, i guess, i got nothing better to do.
i would stick with my dreams
except they fade away.
you can’t photograph
what ain’t meant to stay.
and i remember this kid,
who knew how to laugh—
what shouldn’t have stayed
was what he photographed.