Boyce Avenue and Bea Miller - Photograph

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard

You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Yeah, loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every piece of ya
Mmm hmm
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die
Mmm

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes were never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
And you won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
Well that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages, you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home

Mmm ohh
And you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got
When you were sixteen

Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me (hold me)
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamp post back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home

Written by:
Edward Christopher Sheeran, Martin Peter Harrington, Johnny McDaid, Thomas E. Leonard

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group

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