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 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 the timе, all the time
It was not worth it that's a lie
But wе can leave the pictures up

When it's over
We can keep the pictures
Where they won't come down

Called its 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 the time, all the time
It was not worth it that's a lie
But we can leave the pictures up

When it's over
We can keep the pictures
Where they won't come down
(We can leave the pictures up)

When it's over
We can keep the pictures
Where they won't 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
We can leave the pictures up
Wouldn't that be nice
To never have fix it love, fix it love like
All the time, all the time
It was not worth it that's a lie
But we can leave the pictures up

Wouldn't that be nice
To never have to fix it love, fix it love like
All the time, all the time
It was worth it that's a lie
But we an leave the pictures up
Pictures up

When it's over
(Yeah)
We can keep the pictures
Where they won't come down
We can leave the pictures up
When it's over
We can keep the pictures
Where they won't 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 invisible
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