Verse 1

the photographs aren't content growing wrinkled and old

pages torn and corners fold

just like i am not content writing poems not to send

praying for the end

i'll hold my breath please make it slow, you know i deserve it

with my last six bleeding words i breathe, break my heart don't hurt it.

Chorus

if life was like a movie maybe we could go down together

hand in hand camera's rolling forever

but this is no story ending, and i'm no casanova

there's no prize for admitting we let emotion take over

Verse 2

Scrap books kept and lost, they were tossed aside like sunday nights

memories bleed away, like romance novels and day time dramas

i'll hold my breath please make it slow, you know i deserve it

with my last six bleeding words i breathe, break my heart don't hurt it

Chorus

Bridge

i will always remember that night, we layed and counted down the sunlight in your yard underneath the stars, watching the silence in eachothers eyes