I saw a picture of a couple and
A couple of years ago had I been in this situation I
Been in my feelings so mad at
How you mis-
How our picture could have been perfect too
Way deeper than the photograph itself
Now I put those feelings on the shelf when I start blaming myself for your deceit
I’m an open book and your a locked diary
It’s only a matter of time.
And time isn’t on your side.
Your wife has one foot out the door and
On my way out our wedding portrait falls on the floor
It shatters and
I leave it right there
Because that picture
Is the realest photo we ever had