Picture Elvis

She breathes through the book

Measures a picture there

Picks up a knife

Cuts it to wallet size

Now she has lived

Now she has breathed

And now she's tasted heaven but the trip doesn't sting

And all she wanted was a photograph

Rain on my tongue

Feels like I'm tasting God

Silver and gold

Drinking the riches up

Back to the night

And if I died

I'm gonna ask my questions on the other side

And all she wanted was a photograph

Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation

I step outside the wire while the sun strips off my cocaine

Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing

Another brutal ending I know I'm an animal story telling

And she breathes through the book

Said that she never knew

Question is easy

But the answer is hard to take

The binding cracks

And the words will fade

But she keeps the picture in the frame that she made

And all she wanted was a photograph