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)