Testo Photographic Memory

I look on the back of the picture
Just a short synopsis with year and date

We look so perfect,
But the truth is
I remember it was killing me.

We lie face down, Hand-in-hand

There's no regrets
Taped to the back.

I got lost on the ride home
With a chance to escape this hold.

You're the reason this city feels just like home.
When we're together

With you by my side.

A camera can make all time stand still.
And make this moment perfect
What our minds think looking back
Is that we're never coming back.

There's no use for this burnt out match!

I pace the hallway with one name on my mind.
The only name, that mattered so much.

Is the one whose words I crushed.

There's no use for this burnt out match

A dozen puzzle pieces fall onto the floor.

Wanting more is all I ask for

I got lost on the ride from
Seeing you.

I was too busy thinking of you.
If only you knew

This Photograph doesn't speak the truth

If only you knew

Blinded by,
Light on the other side

If only you knew