The Photo On Your Desk

Dirty clothes on the floor, coats hanging off the door Helping you put groceries away Walk past this mess, and see that photo on your desk Do you even notice I'm not okay Cause I'm going in circles thinking of you two on that beach Thoughts consume my mind of how you're always slightly out of reach Circles spinning round and round of those voice memos on her phone And wishing away all my doubts of calling you my home Driving back through freezing nights, convince myself it's all alright Cause there's nothing more I can say Do you love me like you loved her Will we ever be what you once were It's times like these I'm not convinced you'll stay Cause I'm going in circles thinking of you two on that beach Thoughts consume my mind of how you're always slightly out of reach Circles spinning round and round of those voice memos on her phone And wishing away all my doubts of calling you my home Can't let you see this insecurity, scared it'll tear us apart When you say her name I feel insane Thoughts of your past love breaks my heart Why can't I express This numbing distress And why can't I confess How I wish I could address That fucking photo on the desk Why's that photo on your desk Cause I'm going in circles thinking of you two on that beach Thoughts consume my mind of how you're always slightly out of reach Circles spinning round and round of those voice memos on her phone And wishing away all my doubts of calling you my home Calling you my home Stands out through your mess, babe I wish I could suppress But nevertheless I wonder why that photo's on your desk