It's three forty in the morning
and I can feel a habit forming
I can feel a habit firming in my hands
Prop your pillow up against the wall
I have to press pause at the next bit
Say my name into the camera, I'm entranced


I feel so pathetic and I've lost you
I know I'll regret it (and come too)
It's hard to admit it, but I'm
I'm addicted to

Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
I help myself through
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
Tryna hold myself tight

Underneath the cold blue light
I thought I'd found you in the screen
And bruised my ego falling from my fantasies
I mean nothing to you now
but still your picture stares at me
Your face is poised as if to say I'm nobody

I feel so pathetic now I've lost you
I know I'll regret it (and come too)
I'll come to my senses but I'm
I'm addicted to

Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
I help myself through
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
Tryna hold myself tight

My body's invalid, my body's invalid, my body's invalid
In front of

Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
(Found me in the photograph
someone's in the photograph, found me in the photograph)
I help myself through
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
(Found me in the photograph
someone's in the photograph, found me in the photograph)
Tryna hold myself tight
Pictures of you