The New Amsterdams Follow

got a faded photograph
burned at one edge
lit that fire when you thought love was dead

sign it with an autograph
Ex's and Oh's
there is no love left in those sepia tones
tell me what you want
your family and friends think
we can't pretend
we can't be friends
to make amends with the end

white like a wedding gown
just dye it black
gifts from the registry
guess we'll give them back

and i burnt the pictures
of a then blushing bride
but now there's nothing but a house to divide
tell me that you want it
just for old times sake
we can't agree
to disagree
hear my plea and move on

tell me that you love another
but you still love me
you can go to hell
it'll suit you well
it'll match your cold black heart
your cold black heart.