Photobooth

I remember when the days were long

And the nights when the living room was on the lawn

Constant quarreling, our childish fits

And your clothes in a pile on the ottoman

All the slander and double-speak

Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean

Anything but the blatant proof

Was your lips touching mine in the photobooth

And as the summer's ending

The cold air will rush your hard heart away

You were so condescending

And this is all that's left

Scraping paper to document

I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on

Cup your lips to compress the sound

Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town

And everything that I said was true

As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth

Then I lost track, and then those words were said

You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed

And then I woke and I walked you home

And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love

And as the summer's ending

The cold air will rush your hard heart away

You were so condescending

And this is all that's left

Scraping paper to document

I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on

And as the summer's ending

The cold air will rush your hard heart away

You were so condescending

As the alcohol drained the days

And as the summer’s ending

The cold air will rush your hard heart away

You were so condescending

And this is all that’s left

Empty bottles, spent cigarettes

Pack a change of clothes, 'cause it’s time to move on