A picture in the yearbook staring me down
All year with this morbid infatuation
I can touch her and I hear her voice to me
It calls, and all my bravery (voice it calls to me)
Falls grounded by the thought of it all (and I'm losing bravery)
An idol in the yearbook chasing me in my head I'm mistaken
I am making her more than a person could've been
But I believe in my own lies instead of pain it's anger I feel (I believe my lies)
Because I made it unreal in my head (And I payed the price)

She is real, I am crushed
Lost up here, lost in a rush woah oh
Details are killing me and I am torn away
From all the little things she'd say

Picture in a nice frame
Real nice firewood now
More than contentment
I wish I understood now why
I'm stuck here in this place
I can't move away
She is seared, I am scarred
No matter what I say

She is real, I am crushed
Lost up here, lost in a rush woah oh
Details are killing me and I am torn away
From all the little things she'd say

All the idiosyncrasies are what everyone can not see
Should've never succeeded this far
All the idiosyncrasies are what drive me
The images distorted and scarred
Yeah

She is real, I am crushed
Lost up here, lost in a rush woah oh
Details are killing me and I am torn away
From all the little things she'd say