Photographs Cannons

Teardrops on fresh ink
Your wine stains on my sink
I can't wash down these memories of you
♪
Two coats of new paint
These walls still scream your name
I can't wash out these memories of you
♪
It's a little masochistic
All this reminiscing
Fuck it, baby, I like to cry
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I'm living in a time machine
I'm always looking back, I don't know what it means
You're such a pretty nightmare dream
I miss you, and it hurts, but it puts me at ease
To look at these photographs, reliving every moment
I swear that I don't want you back, I'm just a bit nostalgic
Looking at these photographs until they make me nauseous
I swear that I don't want you back, I'm just a bit nostalgic
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Making someone new
Touch me like you
Only time will tell
If I cut you loose
♪
It's a little masochistic
All this reminiscing
Fuck it, baby, I like to cry
♪
I'm living in a time machine
I'm always looking back, I don't know what it means
You're such a pretty nightmare dream
I miss you, and it hurts, but it puts me at ease
To look at these photographs, reliving every moment
I swear that I don't want you back, I'm just a bit nostalgic
Looking at these photographs until they make me nauseous
I swear that I don't want you back, I'm just a bit nostalgic
I'm just a bit nostalgic
♪
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