Photograph sing and play along

Loving can hurt.

Loving can hurt sometimes.

But it's the only thing that I know.

And when it gets hard

you know it can get hard sometimes

it is the only thing that makes us feel alive.

We keep this love in a photograph.

We made these memories for ourselves.

Where our eyes are never closing,

hearts are never broken, and times are forever frozen still.

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,

holdin' me closer till our eyes meet and you won't ever be alone.

And if you hurt me, well,

that's okay, baby.

Only words bleed.

Inside these pages, you just hold me.

And I won't ever let you go.

Wait for me to come home.