Hides behind the camera
So he can
Shoot to
Forget

I was just a postcard from the gift shop
Left by
A tourist

And I’ve spent this long trying to pretend
That love
Don’t exist

Do, do, do
I worry bout it
Do, do, do
I worry bout it

Found an old photo of you in a suitcase
Words stuck
In the throat

Gotta keep this little heart of mine
Full of air, and
Afloat

And there is no need to learn to swim, the
Beach boys have
Life boats

Do, do, do
I worry bout it
Do, do, do
I worry bout it

I try
To forget
Reach for the bright blue
There’s glass you break through
To let go
But the bird
Already
Hit window

Radio aches with that song we used to sing
Lovely little
Melody

If there were still a possibility
There’d be no tunes and
No me

But I would’ve given it all up for
Your love
Jealousy

Do, do, do
I worry bout it
Do, do, do
I worry bout it

I try
To forget
Reach for the bright blue
There’s glass you break through
To let go
But the bird
Already
Hit window