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Loving can hurt Loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard You know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home Loving can heal Yeah, loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know (know) I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of ya Mmm hmm And it's the only thing we take with us when we die Mmm We keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes were never closing Hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen still So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet And you won't ever be alone And if you hurt me Well that's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Mmm ohh And you can fit me Inside the necklace you got When you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul And if you hurt me Well that's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me (hold me) And I won't ever let you go When I'm away I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamp post back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone Wait for me to come home --- Photograph - Boyce Avenue and Bea Miller