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 is the only thing that makes us feel alive. We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves, but our eyes were never closing, hearts were never broken, times were ever frozen still. So you can keep me inside the pocket of your jeans, holding me closer to the rice, maybe you won't ever be alone. So wait for me to come home. Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul. It is the only thing that I know. I swear it will get easier, remember that with every piece of you, it is the only thing we take with us when we die. We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves, but our eyes were never closing, hearts were never broken, times were ever frozen still. So you can keep me inside the pocket of your jeans, holding me closer to the rice, maybe you won't ever be alone. And if you hurt me, that's okay baby, only words will bleed inside these pages, you just hold me, and I won't ever let you go. So wait for me to come home. I remember how you kissed me under the lamppost, like on 6th street, hearing you whisper through the phone, wait for me to come home.
