That photograph
The one from last summer
You had long hair
And the shirt with the flowers on

I went down to New Mexico
To dance with the aliens
In the dead of night
Took three shots to my ego and let it die
But it came back to life

That photograph
The one on your phone
Of that naked girl in your hotel room
And I wish you two some kind of grand future
Taking photographs for your Instagram

I'll be up with the planets
Spinnin' on axis like I usually do
Taking photographs
Of spiders and stones
And for better or worse
I think I'll make it out alone

That photograph
Of our wedding day
Of the fire and the dancin' and the layer cake
And you'd probably say
That you wish that you'd never
But that's not what you actually think

And that photograph
From our basement suite
The red coca-cola t-shirt
And glasses of whiskey

You went down to Mexico
To dance with the devil
In the dead of night

I'll be up with the planets
Spinning on axis like I usually do
Taking photographs