Photo booth pictures split us into two and two
I'm sorry but sometimes when I look at you
And I mean this in the best way
I don't know how I know you
Kissed under the street light by your friends house
Don't know how I ended up with you in the luckiest way
Kissed under the street light by your friends house
I guess what I mean is that if could
Pick out all the parts of my brain
I would leave the place where you made your home
