Photograph - Boyce Avenue feat. Bea Miller

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt

sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

When it gets hard, you know it can

get hard sometimes

It's the only thing that makes us feel

alive

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for

ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Our hearts were never broken

And time's forever frozen, still

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me close until our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone, wait for me

to come home

Loving can heal, loving can mend

your soul

And it's the only thing that I know

I swear it will get easier, remember

that we're never repeating ya

And it's the only thing to take with

us when we die

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for

ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Our hearts were never broken

And time's forever frozen, still

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me close until our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me

Well that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

You can keep me

Inside the necklace you bought when

you were sixteen

Next to your heartbeat where I should

be

Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me

Well that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

When I'm going, I will remember how

you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth

street

Hearing you whisper through the

phone

Wait for me to come home