We're perfect, on the surface

Till you look behind the curtains

You could see that it's just photographic love

My favorite, on paper

But when all the ink is fading

It only stays if it cuts deep enough

Oh it must be, that she loves

Cuz people say we're really something

And we look so good in pictures on my phone

But any time I'm sober, and I think of coming over

I'd almost rather spend the night at home

(Ooo)

You got me stressing bout us

(Ooo)

Second guessing our love

I'm distracted, from all this tragic

Photographic love

Ya I'm not saying that I'm perfect

But I'm working, trynna be a better person

Kinda man who always does what must be done

But every time I'm sober, and I feel like coming over

I'm feeling like the end has just begun

(Ooo)

You got me stressing bout us

(Ooo)

Second guessing our love

I'm distracted, from all this tragic

Photographic love

(Ooo)

You got me stressing bout us

(Ooo)

Second guessing our love

I'm distracted, from all this tragic

Photographic love