fakers photographs

Call Me Anything

I had a cardboard box and string
I fashioned into paper airplane wings, and I don t care
If this thing flies, cause this year s flown by
And I think you get the message
You ll always be, the girl who say 8 seats down from me
And that s fine, with me

I ll take a picture, put it in your pocket
(so I can let you know)
That this campus is more than just a place that we call home

First things first, let s burn the city
Baby, you re the only one, you re the only one for me
You could be my secret, baby
Everything you say I ve been writing down lately
Let s set things straight this time
Write the ending everybody wants to see
And when we come bitter end
A photograph won t be enough for me

And I really wanna to know if it s gonna be how I pictured it
Back from the party, already missin it
And I, can t seem to get this right
(I can t get this right)

So take a picture, put it in your pocket
(so I can let you know)
That I mean a little more than anyone we used to know

First things first, let s burn the city
Baby, you re the only one, you re the only one for me
You could be my secret, baby
Everything you say I ve been writing down lately
Let s set things straight this time
Write the ending everybody wants to see
And when we come bitter end
A photograph won t be enough for me

I sat alone in the driver seat, watching the time
As she sighed, and we kept on making
Outside the weather was fine
(but by a show of hands)
Who gives a f*ck if we stay out this one time
You sat in the passenger seat just waiting
For someone to say what we both were thinking
You and I we re both surprised
We d never see this coming, but this was just so real
First things...

(eh em)

First.

(chorus)