long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures
scream Why do pictures of you come to me when I dream in darkness? Pictures of you Pictures of you Pictures of you Pictures of you Pictures of you
you You say you love me, in pictures of you You say you love me, in pictures of you You say you love me, in pictures of you You say you love me, in
long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they are real I have been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures
made me see Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key The knowing way you used to caress me That?s what I miss about you You stole in
say things like, "Uh huh" And, "Yeah, you're right" and "Are you kiddin'" And I laugh when it seems Like the right thing to do It's hard to hold a conversation Holdin' on to you
Think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and
Pictures of you, pictures of me Hung up on your wall for the world to see Pictures of you, pictures of me Remind us all of what we could have been Pictures of you
Bright all the eyes of the family on the other side from an only child for the first fourteen years of life All the pictures they were never seen and
you were a cowboy I would trail you If you were a piece of wood I?d nail you to the floor If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore If you
you tonight I've been dreaming of a life we'd share But when my hand reached out for you I noticed there was no one there Will you ever show up Will you
just that you've been bad. And you're makin, you're makin me, oh so mad [Chorus:] How would you mama like it? How would your daddy take it? To see you
Pictures of you, pictures of me Hung upon your wall for the world to see Pictures of you, pictures of me Remind us all of what we used to be Pictures of you
, YOU TRIED TOO HARD TO STAY AWAKE YOU'RE THIRSTY NOW DRINK AND STAY THE SAME Morning's broken and so am I I've got pictures of you in my bucket of hate
through Christmas without smoking 'Til your parents went to bed If you made it through too Without sticking your nail scissors in my neck I'll buy you
meant that I missed you. And I though of all the little things that always made you tense and I wished I was able to tell you that I'd have learnt a
