Inside the Pocket Of Your Ripped Jeans

“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

Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin’ me closer

‘Til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone

Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal

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

And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Our hearts were never broken

Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin’ me closer

‘Til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone
And if you hurt me

That’s OK, 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 [4x]
Oh you can fit me

Inside the necklace you got when you were 16

Next to your heartbeat

Where I should be

Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me

Well, that’s OK, baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won’t ever let you go
When I’m away

I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost

Back on 6th street

Hearing you whisper through the phone,

“Wait for me to come home.”

One thought on “Inside the Pocket Of Your Ripped Jeans

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  1. Touching and so beautiful. And the video was a complete, yet beautiful, surprise. Something totally unexpected. Thank you for sharing!

    I still have some remarks for your previous post, but I don’t really want to write them here. That would spoil the magic of this song…

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