Photobooth (Rolling Stone Original)

I remember when the days were long
and the nights
when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling the childish fits
and our 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 summers ending the cold air
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 mouth 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.
Well I lost track
when those words were said,
you took the wheel
and you steered us into my bed,
and soon we woke
and I walked you home
and it was pretty clear
that is was hardly love.
And as the summers 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 summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
as the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left,
The empty bottles spent cigarettes
so pack a change of clothes
cause its time to move on.
Photobooth - Death Cab For Cutie