Pictures

Met you on the 4th of July,

looking like a Boston riot

You were my type,

I was a loaded gun back then baby

 

So we were like a perfect match,

Revolution heart attack

I don't know what changed

I guess we got older or something

 

But I got of sick of listening

to you say I'm not pitching in,

when I'm paying the bills again

and you're stoned watching CNN

 

If it's over, fine,

we can leave the pictures up

Wouldn't that be nice,

to never have fix it love, fix it love

like

all my time, all my time,

it was worth it that's a lie,

but we can leave the pictures up

 

When it's over

we can keep the pictures

where they wont come down

 

Called it on the 4th of July,

fire pulling down the sky

I got on my bike,

you weren't worth going crazy

 

Talking bout tantrums every Thursday night,

got debt collectors left and right

That was yours, and now it's mine

like people do this all the time

 

If it's over, fine,

we can leave the pictures up

Wouldn't that be nice,

to never have fix it love, fix it love

like

all my time, all my time,

it was worth it that's a lie,

but we can leave the pictures up

 

When it's over

we can keep the pictures

where they wont come down

(we can leave the pictures up)

 

When it's over

we can keep the pictures

where they wont come down

(we can leave the pictures up)

 

Boy I sure would love to get the feeling back

back to being us, it's way too late for that

The best that we can do is mitigate the burn

keep the memory, change realities

 

If it's over, fine

I'ma leave the pictures up

cause I'm way too tired

and I don't wanna fix it love, fix it love

All my time, all my time,

it was worth it that's a lie

but we can leave the pictures up

 

Wouldn't that be nice,

to never have fix it love, fix it love

like

All my time, all my time,

it was worth it that's a lie

but we can leave the pictures up

Pictures up

 

When it's over

(yeah)

we can keep the pictures

where they wont come down

We can leave the pictures up

 

When it's over

we can keep the pictures

where they wont come down

We can leave the pictures up

 

Met you on the 4th of July,

ended like a Boston riot

 

Memories were Fort Knox Gold.

A lifetime ago I could distill them with a disposable camera,

develop their quintessence in a CVS

 

I remember we were Indivisible,

Union uninterrupted.

 

Now, the selfies we take

and the love we make are stored in the Cloud.

Memories are holograma.

I don't remember how I felt an hour ago.

But I love you

or

I love the imprint of what I thought we were.

 

It was I Love Lucy. Fresh Prince.

Boy Meets World and Oprah.

I want to be wrong