October 15, 2005

Interpreting music to my life...

Nickelback's Photograph as Jess, would have written it.

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red (Ganjah)
And what the hell is on O'l Dog's head

And this is where I grew up
My parents just sold it to someone new
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time I had better things to do
Criminal records never said shit
I must have done it with pure charm and wit.

I wonder if its too late
Should i go back and attend my ceremony to graduate.
Life's better now that it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo that was printed on my bedroom door
Its time to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye (yes indeed.)

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
Its time to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye

We used to read the blogs back then
And comment on what we felt.
We said someday we'd find out how if feels
To write for more than just our keyboard.

Kayla's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She died in a car wreck since then
I haven't seen her since then, but will see her god knows when

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo that was printed on my bedroom door
Its time to say, 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
Its time to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I cannot believe it
So hard to stay
So hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo that was printed on my bedroom door
Its time to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hanging out
They said somebody went and burned it down

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
Its time to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me (cry)

Posted by Jess at October 15, 2005 08:17 PM | TrackBack
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