Remember that cold winter day?

My old friends, their faces and names

Awkward tension, something more than a friendship

At least, that's how I saw it

So I stare at the moment wondering: what went wrong?

Years of friendship, we were one of a kind

I poured out my heart; we drifted apart

And all I have left are photographs

I'm leaving a message: call me back

You're the bad habit I leave and relapse

Did I mean as much to you as you meant to me?

Maybe I romanticized it all

And I stare at the moment wondering what I did wrong?

Years of laugher and harmony

Taking the photos off the wall, looking for closure: any kind at all

And all I have left, are some photographs

I can't tell if you changed me for the better

You got a part of me no one else could see

I'm not the person you met when I was 14

You're not who I fell in love with at 16

Now I watch you move on through photographs

I get to see you find your way

I doubt I cross your mind; but I think about you from time to time

What's left of us is a photograph