Don't go through your camera roll
So much you don't know
That you forgotten
What a trip, the way you can flip
Through all the good parts of it
I shouldn't have done it

Chronological order
And nothing but torture
Scroll too far back, that's what you get
I don't wanna see 'em, but I can't delete 'em
It just doesn't feel right yet, not yet

All the best, that's all that's left
Cruel evidence, it does me no favors
I should know, it's a place not to go
When I'm alone, I'll just feel bad later

Chronological order
And nothing but torture
Scroll too far back, that's what you get
I don't wanna see 'em, but I can't delete 'em
It just doesn't feel right yet, not yet

Hmm
Look at me, I'm living all alone
God, you're only living in my phone

Anyway, thanks
For all the nights and the days
And everything that you gave
I'll never erase it
There's one where we look so in love
Before we lost all the Sun
And I made you take it