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