Pictures

They're telling me it'll be better than last time
But that doesn't mean that I'll like it
It just means that I'll hate it less than other things
Like the time before
Cause all things are relative
My relatives are all things
That I can't describe on paper
But a picture does just fine

And when I see it I'll know the day
The time
How it felt
The position
The movement
The face
I wouldn't change it
I'll take it
Hold it close
Keep it here
And wait for nostalgia to slowly fade

In a crowded room
I sit uncolored unseen by the naked eye
With an array of thirteen others
If I was removed would things keep on moving
Or would the array stand empty
A shell to be filled by the next in line
But the pictures won't let me escape these thirteen
Images construct prisons
They're tucked deep in my mind

And when I see it I'll know the day
The time
How it felt
The position
The movement
The face
I wouldn't change it
I'll take it
Hold it close
Keep it here
And wait for nostalgia to slowly fade away

This picture would tell a story
Something that no one could understand
It would be unpredictable
All that's left would be this five-by-seven
Which smells of dust
It takes me away to that time
That maybe wouldn't have been memorable

And when I see it I'll know the day
The time
How it felt
The position
The movement
The face
I wouldn't change it
And when I see it I'll know the day
The time
How it felt
The position
The movement
The face
I wouldn't change it
I'll take it
Hold it close
Keep it here
And wait for nostalgia to slowly fade away
Away
Away
Away