Photograph

Walk away there’s too much, yeah. It’s troubles what I do.
Try to hide these broken feelings. I think you should hide yours too.
Now baby just smile for me let me see that girl I know.
You’re going out the wrong way.
And baby you should take this slow.
I’m looking at this photograph.
And wondering why don’t we think like we used to.
I’m trying to think of a way to come back and careless of surviving all the
pain that we’ve been through.
I’m looking at this photograph.
(I'm wondering…)
I’m looking at this photograph.
(Can we take it back?)To myself it’s a moment.
And a glimpse that I’ve owned it.
I’m wondering what I would not think it anymore.
No I’m trying to be perfect.
This ain’t a movie scene.
I play it back and sort out the lines inbetween.
Man I bet it sound sweeter the second time.
Hold onto your past.
No one can take you back.
But it’s on my mind its like…