Allison Graves - an album, a song, a memory Lyrics

Take a picture of me while I hang out
The passenger's side of your car tonight
I swear I'd look a little bit happier
If you could just get the angle right

I'll walk home alone through the water
And won't tell a soul what I saw you do
Your secret is safe with me buy out my company
Biting the bullet for you

An apartment a lighthouse you're taking the trash out
You're feeling for earthquakes
You're seven years old and you're reading a book
When you first feel the earth shake

Sitting alone in the back of a bus
With one song in your ear on repeat
He's singing about how he knows it so well
And you're just trying to sleep

An album, a song, a memory
You're somebody's baby you're 23
You're up from the beach and there's sand in your hair
You're pulling away and you're not playing fair

I'd die to get back there, I'd die just to see you again
I'd die to get back there, I'd die just to feel it again