the cameras picked you out of this place now you re rising lo and behold your smile is fake how surprising if we could rewind back to your roots admission you locked it up and turned the dial i know the combination lord knows i m weak for trusting you lord knows i m weak to believe in you develop the film and there you are all your glory your negative s dark and just like you what s the story i wanna just rip down the walls and your photos around me then there will be nothing left to hold when i m lonely maybe it s alright maybe it s okay lord knows i m weak snap take a picture cause you won t be seeing me around no more did you ever picture you and me on the cutting room floor i lose my composure every time you re overexposed and no longer mine your red eyes cut me it s no surprise that i am weak maybe it s alright maybe it s okay lord knows i m weak 