My picture frames are busted, holding onto ghosts
The friends i used to talk to the most
And so what?
Cause i've got you
You're my last love
Yeah i've got you, you're my flash flood
Blue jeans all full of roses, petals meant for books
Pressed inside my pocket, overlooked
And so what?
Cause i've got you
You're my last love
Yeah i've got you
Well, the water taught me one thing: that it all fades blue to black
The good sinks to the bottom and the lies come floating back
And everything is nothing and we're somewhere in between the good, the bad, the ugly, and the mean
And so what?
Cause i've got you
You're my last love
Yeah i've got you, you're my flash flood