I got these photographs burnin'
End of the scene closing down the curtains
End of a dream focus on my burdens
I left my heart open hopin' you won't hurt it
Now I'm writing poems for ya
And every lyric that I write you seem to creep up in my mind
Your like a thief out in the night
Yeah we argue and we fight and then I end up telling friends that you left and they were right
Way you keep in all your feelings, we're just simple human beings
I know you don't want me but no one else and
It don't help you say you love me but you put me on the shelf
And I'm still writin' poems for ya, I think I'm runnin' outta ink
I'm still here when the goin' gets tough
Was together now I think we're outta sync
Uncontrollable blackmail then you do this emotional blackmail
Man I wish that we were sociable
Your too inconsolable I tried to be devotional but failed
That's why I won't stop writin' poems for ya
Until you sit down and you read it
Yeah I smiled in a photo with ya
But this photograph's deceiving
Tryna decipher all these meanings
And you can't put aside all these feelings
Cos when I look into your eyes I see galaxy's and stars
Baby girl you are my Venus
Forget that I'm sick of writin' poems for ya
Photographs are faded out, that's it
Her: And you know there is something very important that we need to do as soon as possible
Him: What's that?
Her: Fuck