What good is a photograph of you?

Every time I look at it

It makes me feel blue

What use is a souvenir of something

We once had

When all it ever does is

Make me feel bad?



I wish I could tear it up

But then again I haven't the guts

I wish I could throw it on the fire

I wish I could

But to say I would

I'd be a liar



What good is a color print of you, baby doll

When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull?

I want I would misplace it

But then I take such good care of it

I wish it would disappear

I say I wish

But then I relish

It being here



What good is a photograph of you

Every time I look at it

It makes me feel blue