Don't go through your camera roll So much you don't know That you've 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 them But I can't delete them 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 them But I can't delete them It just doesn't feel right yet Not yet Look at me, I'm living all alone Now 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