There were pictures that I kept
There were pictures that I threw
There were pictures that I drew of you
And the memories that they brought
Of the f is come to nought
Bringing some more painful thought of you
Of you
Oh you
There were letters that I wrote
Reckless letters that I poke
Reckless letters that you wrote about me
There were letters that were long
Livid, dirty, long
Livid, dirty, wrong about you
'Bout you
Oh you
Read without a book
Hands but I don't look
That's how I am
Never wanted to be blue
Only wanted to be true
I don't know what to do