The Photograph

Another West Coast Saturday And the shore gives me a crash and it's gone Just like the midnight getaway When I ducked into a cabin, pushed on She had a pretty face silhouette And she told me that she liked how I kissed What's the point, point anyway Dreaming of this? 'Cause it's gone, in the past But we'll always be together in the photograph No, our love didn't last But we'll always be together in the photograph No, I won't forget all the things she said And the way she looked at me that night 'Cause it's stuck under glass Yeah, we'll always be together in the photograph Books on the bed frame, countertop She had papers on the dresser and drawers Still hear her "don't you ever stop" We were laying in a room on the floor She had a dark side underneath But I never saw it peek its head Sometimes, she dances through my thoughts But I know it's dead That it's gone, in the past But we'll always be together in the photograph No, our love didn't last But we'll always be together in the photograph No, I won't forget all the things she said And the way she looked at me that night 'Cause it's stuck under glass Yeah, we'll always be together in the photograph She's not the one, whoa But I think about it now and then It hurts me, so she's not the one, whoa When I close my eyes, I see her face But still, I know she's not the one, whoa I think about it now and then But it's gone, in the past But we'll always be together in the photograph No, our love didn't last But we'll always be together in the photograph No, I won't forget all the things she said And the way she looked at me that night 'Cause it's stuck under glass Yeah, we'll always be together in the photograph It's better like that