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