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 nineteen-ninety-eight      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.