standing at the fire escape next to the stairs I begin to realize just how we got here your golden hair's draped all over my shoulder embracing you like I never would hold her I call you "blue eyes" and you always seem to smile your happiness brings me up for a while you watch the sunset while I stare into your eyes my heart is racing but I don't know why what if a photo album spoke, would the ink tell the truth? what about when my heart broke, all the sadness has no proof I want to be sad but I can't, your smile lifts my spirit stuck in my heads never-ending rant, the past fades forever and I fear it I'm walking backwards as I flip throught the pages looking at my life through all the different stages the sky ignites with the fire that we've started night turns to day as the flames are so ardent I'm so confused, through your pictures I commiserate knowing as the photos do, the past will desinigrate like a fairy tale, I take what I remember now I tell you what I told her in November what if a photo album spoke, would the ink tell the truth? what about when my heart broke, all the sadness has no proof I want to be sad but I can't, your smile lifts my spirit stuck in my heads never-ending rant, the past fades forever and I fear it