Song #2: Photograph
There's a crease in this photograph
With your two-tone blouse
And your too-white teeth
And your too-blue eyes
And your too-veiled grief
But I think that it's beautiful
That you despise me
We drink until the words
Make no more sense
We drink until the words
Make no more sense
And pretty soon
All I'll have is this photograph
With the crease
Do you ever weep for
The shortening of your life expectancy?
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