A photograph you took
sits in the corner of my room
I'd throw it away
but it's too soon to let you go
But I've made my plans
I will erase you from my mind
I only need a little time
to let you go
I throw my keys into the basket
and make my way to bed
it's funny how the ritual of things
can help to clear your head
And my attempts at love
are not worth speaking of
But my dear friend
I'll try again ...
ba, ba, ba, bah