Shutterbug - ARLO

I hear the click clack click of the camera eye

Bent by the rays of the summer sun

Fall sick and quietly

Drown in the cracks in the cracks of her windshield

There is a wind that blows through the window

Slip fall down and bump my little head

But there is no sympathy

Shutterbug you are the end, you are the writing on the wall

I hung around with you in your bedroom

Counting all your finger and your toes

To pose for photographs

Keeping the time with the flicks of your fingers

We fell asleep too tired to remember

All the things we did that afternoon

To make my summer head

Float like a bug on the skin of the water

Shutterbug I could not wait to get my fingers on you

Shutterbug you are the end you are the writing on the wall