Flash Camera

Flash camera

Make it last camera

Frame stuffed in a box

Vanity nuzzled in dust

Stowed away

Toys broken apart

Worthless still-ticking clock

Nothing

Flash camera

Make it last camera

Clothes tattered and burned

The fire swallowed the cursed

Memories

The attic was left such a mess

So I struck up a match

‘Cause I recall my mistakes better than the good old days

While the fire was building I laughed and shot a photograph

A memory I will always have of when I learned to forgive myself

And I learned to forget the past

Yeah I learned for forgive myself

Remembering this moment

To try try try to let it go

Flash camera

Make it last camera