8 X 10

All that’s left of
Our old love now is
Just your picture, 8×10
(A souvenir of things
That might have been
My lonely world is
Only 8×10)
(8×10, 8×10)
I remember the night
You gave me this picture
I ought to, I’ve relived
It so many times
I remember how I couldn’t
Wait to get home and
Put it in a frame
And tell everybody
That you were mine
Because you were mine
At least until someone else
Came along and took you off
Out of my sight
It’s a good thing you did
Leave me your picture to hold
Because now, I can cry
On your shoulder every night
(8×10, 8×10)
(My lonely world
Is only 8×10)
It’s awful to be jealous
Of an old picture frame
But I’m jealous of anything
That’s close to you
And that picture frame
Seems to be holding
You pretty tight
That looks like more
Than I’ll ever do
I wish that I could just
Be the glass in that frame
And be so close to the
Lips that I love
I am glad that I’ve at least
Got your picture to hold
But sometimes, it’s just
Not enough
(8×10, 8×10)
(My lonely world
Is only 8×10)