Las fotos

In the photos I have from when I was a kid, I look at the camera and smile
As if I had known you before (before, before)
In others, you can see the emptiness as if I had been warned
About everything that was going to happen later
I keep the tickets from that movie that I don’t know who dared to recommend to you
You covered your eyes during the bloody scenes
But when it was me bleeding out, you did look
I drove late at night, begging you, please
To keep the conversation going, but you fell asleep right away
All I have left is the memory of another memory that’s bigger

I look at the photos with you
And I forget why we broke up (why we broke up)
But then I remember
That they don’t take photos of the bad moments (bad moments)
I look at the photos with you
And I forget why we broke up (why we broke up)
But then I remember
That they don’t take photos of the bad moments

Among all those cities, London, Berlin, and Copenhagen
I always remember your skills in the hostel beds
If you were happy, you shouldn’t go back, because it’s never the same as the first time
It’s like throwing paper boats into the sea and trying to find them after it rains
Going out on a Tuesday, a poorly written phrase in a park
The tattoo I’ve thought about getting removed so I don’t have to remember
And when I fall asleep late, your song blasting at an afterparty
Your jacket on another girl in the street
I’ve sworn I won’t think about you anymore
But I always look at the photos with you
And I forget why we broke up (why we broke up)
But then I remember
That they don’t take photos of the bad moments (bad moments)
I look at the photos with you
And I forget why we broke up (why we broke up)
But then I remember
That they don’t take photos of the bad moments.