Photograph - Ver 63

E C#m B A Loving can Ehurt Loving can C#mhurt sometimes But it's the Bonly thing that I knowA When it gets Ehard you know it can get C#mhard sometimes it is the Bonly thing that makes us feel alivAe C#mWe keep this love in a photogrAaph EWe made these memories fBor ourselves where our C#meyes are never closing our hAearts were never broken and tEimes are forever frozen sBtill So you can Ekeep me inside the pocket of your Bripped jeans holdin' me closer til our C#meyes meet, you won't ever be Aalone Wait for me to come home E Loving can Eheal Loving can C#mmend your soul And it's the Bonly thing that I know A(know) I swear it will get Eeasier remember that with every piecC#me of ya And it's the Bonly thing we take with us when we diAe C#mWe keep this love in a photogrAaph EWe made these memories fBor ourselves where our C#meyes are never closing our hAearts were never broken and tEimes forever frozen stiBll So you can Ekeep me inside the pocket of your Bripped jeans holdin' me closer til our C#meyes meet, you won't ever be Aalone And if you Ehurt me well that's ok baby only Bwords bleed inside these pages you just C#mhold me and I won't ever let you Ago Wait for me to come hC#mome Wait for me to come hAome Wait for me to come hEome Wait for me to come hBome Oh you can fEit me inside the necklace you got when you were Bsixteen next to your heartbeat where I C#mshould be, keep it deep within your Asoul And if you Ehurt me well that's ok baby only Bwords bleed inside these pages you just C#mhold me and I won't ever let you Ago When I'm aEway I will remember how you Bkissed me under the lamppost back on 6C#mth Street hearing you whisper through the pAhone Wait for me to come home