Photograph Boyce Avenue,Bia Miller

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can

get hard sometimes
It's the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen, still So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home
Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know I swear it will get easier, remember
that we're never repeating ya
And it's the only thing to take with
us when we die We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken

And time's forever frozen, still
So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
Well that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home

You can keep me
Inside the necklace you bought when
you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm going, I will remember how
you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home