Over.

All that was left was me and you,
And we were in the photo booth.

First shot was our awkward smiles,
We laughed when we went blind.

I looked at you and you did the same,
I still remember that feeling.

I still remember when you kissed me,
It was shot number two.

You kept shots three and four,
I still blush at the thought.

I wonder if you still have yours,
Or if I’m the only one.

Because now,
All that’s left of me and you
Are pictures from the photo booth.