Photo booth pictures split us into two and two I'm sorry but sometimes when I look at you And I mean this in the best way I don't know how I know you Kissed under the street light by your friends house
Don't know how I ended up with you in the luckiest way Kissed under the street light by your friends house
I guess what I mean is that if could Pick out all the parts of my brain I would leave the place where you made your home.