I  remember  when  the  days  were  long

  and  the  nights

  when  the  living  room  was  on  the  lawn.

  Constant  quarreling  the  childish  fits

  and  our  clothes  in  a  pile  on  the  ottoman.

  All  the  slander  and  double  speak

  were  only  foolish  attempts

  to  show  you  did  not  mean,

  anything  but  the  blatant  proof

  was  your  lips  touching  mine

  in  the  photobooth.

  And  as  the  summers  ending  the  cold  air

  rush  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.

    Well  I  lost  track

  when  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  is  was  hardly  love.

    And  as  the  summers  ending,

  the  cold  air  will  rush  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.

  And  as  the  summers  ending,

  the  cold  air  will  rush  your  hard  heart  away.

  You  were  so  condescending,

  as  the  alcohol  drained  the  days.

  And  as  the  summers  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  its  time  to  move  on.

  Photobooth  -  Death  Cab  For  Cutie