Fakers & Photographs

I had a cardboard box and string
I fashioned into paper airplane wings, and I don't care
If this thing flies, cause this year's flown by
And I think you get the message
You'll always be, the girl who say 8 seats down from me
And that's fine, with me

I'll take a picture, put it in your pocket
(so I can let you know)
That this campus is more than just a place that we call home

First things first, let's burn the city
Baby, you're the only one, you're the only one for me
You could be my secret, baby
Everything you say I've been writing down lately
Let's set things straight this time
Write the ending everybody wants to see
And when we come bitter end
A photograph won't be enough for me

And I really wanna to know if it's gonna be how I pictured it
Back from the party, already missin' it
And I, can't seem to get this right
(I can't get this right)

So take a picture, put it in your pocket
(so I can let you know)
That I mean a little more than anyone we used to know

First things first, let's burn the city
Baby, you're the only one, you're the only one for me
You could be my secret, baby
Everything you say I've been writing down lately
Let's set things straight this time
Write the ending everybody wants to see
And when we come bitter end
A photograph won't be enough for me

I sat alone in the driver seat, watching the time
As she sighed, and we kept on making
Outside the weather was fine
(but by a show of hands)
Who gives a f*ck if we stay out this one time
You sat in the passenger seat just waiting
For someone to say what we both were thinking
You and I we're both surprised
We'd never see this coming, but this was just so real
First things...

(eh em)

First.

(chorus)