Old Coat Pocket

I got pictures of you somewhere in a closet I had so many things then I fucking lost it I got a picture of us in an old coat pocket Ripped apart at the seams so I finally tossed it I got pictures of you somewhere in the basement Clouded thoughts of memories, now faded I got a picture of us, but I never got a chance to frame it We didn't weather the calm before, it's no wonder we didn't make it I burnt the bridge of the last friend who gave a shit I burnt the bridge of the last friend who'd talk me off a ledge I learned the hard way how it ends cause of everything I did Choking on the past, while you're still living in it I got pictures of you somewhere in the garage In my brain, a scattered pain, and a scrapbook collage I got a picture of us, together as kids, on the fridge, just because I didn't even notice it anymore because it's been there for so long I burnt the bridge of the last friend who gave a shit I burnt the bridge of the last friend who'd talk me off a ledge I learned the hard way how it ends cause of everything I did Choking on the past, while you're still living in it Yeah, you stormed out about it And I found higher ground while the rain came down on me But I ain't afraid of you no more, you see? I stood out like a dad on the porch just to be Ready to watch you roll through my goddamn city I got pictures of you I got pictures of you Holding on to just a few I got pictures of you