Lov ing can hurt.

Lov ing can hurt some times.

But it’s the on ly thing that I know.

I And when it gets hard

i er, you know it can get hard piece some times,

it is the on ly thing that makes us feel a live.

Mm…

We keep this love in a pho to graph.

We made these mem o ries for (B)our selves.

Where our eyes are nev er clos ing, hearts are nev er bro ken, and time’s for ev er fro zen still.

So you can (E)keep me in side the pock et of your (B)ripped jeans, hold in’ me clo ser till our (C#m)eyes meet and you won’t ev er be a (Asus2)lone.

Wait for me to come home.

Lov ing can heal.

Lov ing can mend your soul.

And is the on ly thing that I know.

I swear it will get eas

i er, re mem ber that with ev piece of ya.

And it’s the on ly thing take with us when we die.

Mm…

We keep this love in a pho to graph.

We made these mem o ries for (B)our selves.

Where our eyes are nev er clos ing, hearts are nev er bro ken, and time’s for ev er fro zen still.

So you can (E)keep me in side the pock et of your (B)ripped jeans, hold in’ me clo ser till our (C#m)eyes meet and you won’t ev er be a (Asus2)lone.

Wait for me to come home.

Lov ing can heal.

And if you (E)hurt me, well, that’s o kay, ba by.

On ly (B)words bleed.

In side these pa ges, you just (C#m)hold me.

And I won’t ev er let you (Asus2)go.

Wait for me to come home.

Wait for me to come home.

Wait for me to come home.

Wait for me to come home.

Ooh.

Oh, you can (E)fit me in side the neck lace you got when you were (B)six teen, next to your heart beat where I (C#m)should be.

Keep it deep with in your (Asus2)soul.

And if you (E)hurt me, well, that’s o kay, ba by.

On ly (B)words bleed.

In side these pa ges, you just (C#m)hold me.

And I won’t ev er let you (Asus2)go.

When I’m a way,

I will re mem ber how you (B)kissed me un der the lamp post back on (C#m)sixth street, hear ing you whis per through the (Asus2)phone.

Wait (CN.C.)for me to come home.