The last photo I take will be of you.
Turning up to look past the clouds is never easy for me.
The weight of my head has doubled.
Your scarf is tied so tight you can barely see.
I can’t see past these broken tear ducts, the approaching flood is getting you troubled.
Rain hitting my face hides the fact, I am crying over you.
I want the last photo I take to be of you.
Standing silent and still my lips are turning blue to match you.
I want the last photo I take to be of you.
I go to sleep with you in my dreams and wake up covered in paper cuts.
I fall asleep watching you through closed eyes.
I wake up and your pulling on your dress, I don’t even get the ifs and buts.
When I see you know, I want to look at you through closed eyes.
Rain hitting my face hides the fact, I am crying over you.
I want the last photo I take to be of you.
Standing silent and still my lips are turning blue to match you.
I want the last photo I take to be of you.
The flowers leave your hair in the wind like a startled bird.
I like one side of yours better than either.
If I had the truth I would still be in this situation.
When asked who do you love you said neither.
Rain hitting my face hides the fact, I am crying over you.
I want the last photo I take to be of you.
Standing silent and still my lips are turning blue to match you.
I want the last photo I take to be of you.
I don’t want pictures anymore, I want the truth.
The last photo I take will be of you.
I don’t want pictures anymore, I want the truth.
The last photo I take will be of you.
The last photo I take will be of you.
