Photobooth..

I remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling the childish fitsand our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. All the slander and double speak were only foolish attemptsto 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 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 by Death Cab for Cutie.