The camera’s picked you out of this place
Now your rising
Low and behold your smile is fake
How surprising
And if we could rewind back to your roots admission
You locked it up and turned the dial
I know the combination

Lord knows I’m weak for trusting you
Lord knows I’m weak to believe in you

Developed the film and there you are
All your glory
Your negatives dark and just like you
What’s the story?
I wanna just rip down the walls and your photos around me
Then there will be nothing left to hold
When I’m lonely

Lord knows I’m weak for trusting you
Lord knows I’m weak to believe in you

Maybe it’s all right
Maybe its okay
Lord knows I’m weak

Snap, take a picture
Cause you wont be seeing me around no more
Did you have a picture?
You and me on the cutting room floor
I lose my composure every time
Your over exposed and no longer mine
Red eyes cut me
It’s no surprise that I am weak

Lord knows I’m weak for trusting you
Lord knows I’m weak to believe in you
Maybe it’s all right
Maybe its okay
Lord knows I’m weak