Don’t go through your camera rollSo much you don’t knowThat you forgottenWhat a trip, the way you can flipThrough all the good parts of itI shouldn’t have done itChronological order and nothing but tortureScroll too far back, that’s what you getI don’t wanna see ’em, but I can’t delete ’emIt just doesn’t feel right yet, not yetAll the best, that’s all that’s leftCruel evidence, it does me no favorsI should know, it’s a place not to goWhen I’m alone, I’ll just feel bad later
Chronological order and nothing but tortureScroll too far back, that’s what you getI don’t wanna see ’em, but I can’t delete ’emIt just doesn’t feel right yet, not yetHmmLook at me, I’m moving onAnd now you’re only living in my phoneAnyway, thanksFor all the nights and the daysAnd everything that you gaveI’ll never erase itThere’s one where we look so in loveBefore we lost all the sunAnd I made you take it
