John K. Samson Little Pictures
Here's a little picture for your wallet and your mind
It's us when we were searching for the blue we could not find
It's us with padded pockets, dazzling futures and these unpolluted smiles
Reality pushed back just by the thinkings of the latest styles
Well, I'm nineteen and I'm catching myself living in the past
Walls with wilted Polaroids of friends that didn't last
And everything that was promising is common now I find
So here's a little picture for your wallet and your mind
Here's a little picture for your wallet and your mind
It seems that what we wanted didn't like what we would find
It seems you didn't listen when I told you what I mean
Futility is reminiscence. Shades of velveteen
The ceaseless beatings of our histories, memories fill our lungs
Drowning us in different futures, down another rung
Well, my voice cracks with the thought of you, so innocent and blind
So here's a little picture for your wallet and your mind
It's just one of many pictures I must learn to leave behind
