I’m letting dust collect onto my galleries,
To condensed to think of the possibility.
Cause I keep letting the good times role by,
Remembering sepia and polarized.
For the bad times we look at pictures,
To make every minute,
Every second,
One that will never end!
So the next time you take a photo,
Remember it well and let it glow!
Cause I hate being at home all alone,
There’s a party everywhere,
An all grab my camera!
So even when your mad,
And you want things you had.
Find that memory in two,
And sow it on glue.
A diversity of photography,
Is what the world means to me.
So every mistake,
Every fake,
Every lesson.
An every line,
That I rhyme,
Is just one more time,
For you…