Scrapbook (1998)
Giovanni Giusti, Eric Victorino
The years gone by are captured
In a scrapbook that I made
I scribbled details of my memories
In the corners of each page
A Christmas morning photograph
From 1998
The living room still looks exactly the same
But it's amazing how drastically our faces have changed
I'm left with foggy bits of history
And I'm flipping through the pages
Pictures taken in the summertime
Before they all moved away
Whatever came of so-and-so?
The black haired girl from outer space
Last I heard I think she switched teams
And ran off with what's-her-face
I have trouble remembering names