Photograph

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only things that I know

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only things that make us feel alive

We killed in love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves.

Where our eyes are never closing, heart forever broken,

thoughts forever frozen still. So you can't keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.

Holdin' me close is under ice

Me, you won't ever be alone

Wait for me to come home