Snapshots

I never met a picture I didn't like
Snapshots like grapeshot can wound so bad
A bit like when you fall for someone
They can eviscerate your soul so easily
Better to keep your distance
If you're asking me, this advice is for free

And let's face it we're like moths to the flame
So easily dazzled by all the pretty lights
Yeh! it's a fact of life and love I suppose
Bearing our throats to those we think we trust

I once took a trip to the eastside of nowhere
Just to see what it was like over there
The darkness scared the shit out of me
I guess because we've all lived there
At some time or the other
Just like snapshots of someone else's soul
Some things are better left unsaid

And let's face it we're like moths to the flame
So easily dazzled by all the pretty lights
Yeh! it's a fact of life and love I suppose
Bearing our throats to those we think we trust

They say home is where the heart is
But where can you live when your heart is a stone
You can leave me at the bottom of a well
Just my own little private Idaho and hell
Got my misery to keep me company
And those snapshots of days I should have left behind

Author notes

Grapeshot is a type of anti-personnel ammunition used in cannons. Instead of solid shot, a mass of loosely packed metal slugs is loaded into a canvas bag. Grapeshot can also be improvised from chainlinks, shards of glass, rocks, etc. When assembled, the balls resemble a cluster of grapes (hence the name). On firing, the balls spread out from the muzzle at high velocity, giving an effect similar to a shotgun, but scaled up to cannon size.