The sign said “Headshots”
And that was all,
A picture of a boy
And a number you could call

Two eyes in the shade
A mouth so sad and small
It’s strange the way a shadow
Can fall across the wall

And make the difference
In what you see
Ah he’s just a poster, but
He’s everywhere

A face under a street lamp
Ripped and hanging in the air
Turn the corner
And he’s still there

Watching all the people
Who are passing unaware
Is there a judgement
In what he sees?

Ah, on a day
As cold
And gray
As today

The sign says “Headshots”
It’s all I see,
A boy becomes a picture
Of guilt and sympathy

And so I think of you
In memory
Of the days we were together
And I knew that you loved me

That was the difference
In what we see
But that’s history

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