Photograph

Captured in a photograph, I put you on my wall Look upon it every day through the Spring and through the Fall But it's collecting dust as gravity pulls it down I'm tired of everything and everyone in this old town Captured in a photograph, you put me to your chest When the sun is going down is when the Polaroid looks best But it's being neglected with creases and tears alike I'm tired of everything, there's nothing left that I like There's nothing left to hold us, nothing left to bring us back The pavement we walk on begins to crack The love I had for you crumbled up and went away There's nothing more I can sing, nothing more I can play Captured in a photograph, we stand hand in hand Nothing's really perfect but we do the best we can Separated from each other, triggered like a lightning strike I told a lie before, you're the only thing that I like