Photo Booth (Last Time)

To say that we were wasted is such an understatement And God, I still can taste it when I think of you Your hands around my waist and my hands on your face, yeah Sitting on your lap inside that photo booth And I know I shouldn't reminisce, but damn, I'm still not over it So when is the last time I'll think about the first night On the corner under streetlights But I hold back the truth That I'm not so over you If you asked me now, yeah, it's hard to think about it Last summer on your couch, I was home inside your arms Let's cut the shit, just say it You only love the chase and Some things just never change and it's tearing me apart But still I always bet on you even when I always lose So when is the last time I'll think about the first night Try and see you in the worst light But I hold back the truth That I'm not so over you When the sun goes down and I can finally catch my breath Well you still hang around in my head and my chest I've been holding back 'cause I know it's for the best So when is the last time I'll think about the first night Lie and tell my mom that I'm fine 'Cause I hold back the truth That I'm not so over you I'm not so over you