David A. Bell - Photograph Lyrics

Captured in a photograph, I put you on my wall
Look upon it every day through the Spring and through the Fall
But it's collecting dust as gravity pulls it down
I'm tired of everything and everyone in this old town

Captured in a photograph, you put me to your chest
When the sun is going down is when the Polaroid looks best
But it's being neglected with creases and tears alike
I'm tired of everything, there's nothing left that I like

There's nothing left to hold us, nothing left to bring us back
The pavement we walk on begins to crack
The love I had for you crumbled up and went away
There's nothing more I can sing, nothing more I can play

Captured in a photograph, we stand hand in hand
Nothing's really perfect but we do the best we can
Separated from each other, triggered like a lightning strike
I told a lie before, you're the only thing that I like