Please don’t take my picture. Im having an ugly day.
Could you wait until the sun shines and covers up my bad sides and warms my insides? Then I’ll be ready.
Do you really want to remember me?
Do you really want to remember me like this?
Please don’t take my picture. I wore this same shirt yesterday.
Can’t you see its got a big stain?
Could you give me just a minute to put on something nicer?
Then I’ll be ready.
Do you really want to remember me?
Do you really want to remember me like this because I could be anything and
feel like nothing because I’d be fading on your wall this time next year
(because I’d be lost behind your couch this time next year) and you can say you
knew me then and you knew me when… but that’s your only souvenir.