We cried before and after you caught us in mid laughter
And you’d think we always laughed 
But we act in every photograph and
We can never just be ourselves
We can only  portray ourselves

And that is why its true the world over
We have to be told to smile
Its true the world over we have to be told to smile
And smiles are never free

Our  only good days caught on camera
Are only good days caught on camera?

They sent a time capsule up into outer space
And it held our greatest accomplishments
But I think that it misrepresents 
Where is the page from the diary of the teenage, heart broken, fat girl?
And where are  the lynching deaths?
The  road rage, the crystal meth?
And the church-fuls of monsters that kept us from loving 
Whose smiles were never free

Our only good days caught on camera
Are only good days caught on camera?

And that is why its true the world over we have to be told to smile
And that is why our smiles are never free (the victors pen history)
Our only good days caught on camera
Are only good days caught on camera?