Love, I don't know what makes you move
I don't know what makes you move in these photographs
Love, I stare at these polaroids
I stare at these polaroids and you're staring back
Deep sleep aviations, in conversations with constellations
Midnight trepidations, the detonations of self-deprecation
Ooo I don't need you anymore
Ooo I don't need you anymore
But love, when I close my eyes
I'm lying next to you
And I don't want memories
To fade like pictures do
In these picture frames
Love, I don't know what makes you laugh
I don't know what makes you laugh in these sepia tones
Love, I can't help but make believe
I can't help but make believe that you're coming home
White noise mediation, the hesitation to change the station
Radio resuscitation, suffocation in contemplation
Ooo I don't need you anymore
Ooo I don't need you anymore
But love, when I close my eyes
I'm lying next to you
And I don't want memories
To fade like pictures do
Someone I once knew
In these picture frames