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