Moving Pictures Paroles

I was young and dumb, not worth the kisses that you gave me.
I was probably easy to forget.

But all our used-to-be's, all our once-upon-a-time’s,
play on a silver-screen somewhere in the back of my mind.
You keep showing up, like a Hollywood fixture.
You’re still the leading role in my head full of moving pictures.
Moving pictures.

No, your face hasn’t faded,
like all the other girls' have,
and every time I swear I’m getting on with my life,
a thought of you'll stab me in the back.
Then it's high definition,
full-color in a flash:
the emerald in your eyes against the champagne of the sunset
on the hood of that blue Chevy that I had.

And all our used-to-be's, all our once-upon-a-time’s,
play on a silver screen somewhere in the back of my mind. whispering my name under your breath,
the promise on your finger that I couldn’t keep,
and the hurt in your eyes rolling onto your cheeks,
when you threw it back at me.

All our used-to-be's, all our once-upon-a-time’s,
play on a silver screen somewhere in the back of my mind.
You keep showing up, like a Hollywood fixture.
You’re still the leading role in my head full of moving pictures.
Moving pictures.

I looked at your photograph album,
clicked through your Facebook page.
I noticed you were single,
couldn’t help but wonder if, I might get another chance with you someday.