Photobooth -
by Death Cab for Cutie
| I remember when the days were long | |
| And the nights when the living room was on the lawn | |
| Constant quarrelling, the childish fits | |
| And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman | |
| All the slander and doublespeak | |
| Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean | |
| Anything but the blatant proof | |
| Was your lips touching mine in a photobooth | |
| And as the summer's ending | |
| The cold air will push your hard heart away | |
| You were so condescending | |
| And this is all that's left | |
| Scraping paper to document | |
| I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on | |
| Cup your mouth to compress the sound | |
| Skinny-dipping with the kids from a nearby town | |
| And everything that I said was true | |
| As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth | |
| I lost track and then those words were said | |
| You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed | |
| And soon we woke and I walked you home | |
| And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love | |
| And as the summer's ending | |
| The cold air will rush your hard heart away | |
| You were so condescending | |
| And this is all that's left | |
| You're scraping paper to document | |
| I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on | |
| And as the summer's ending | |
| The cold air will rush your hard heart away | |
| You were so condescending | |
| As the alcohol drained the days | |
| And as the summer's ending | |
| The cold air will rush your hard heart away | |
| You were so condescending | |
| And this is all that's left | |
| The empty bottles, spent cigarettes | |
| So pack a change of clothes | |
| Cause it's time to move on |