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