closure

smoke me like a cigarette
stub me out in etiquette
i'll smoulder in the ashtray
'til i'm out

squeeze me like a toothpaste tube
or a tube of superglue
when you're done
the cap you'll screw back on

(chorus)

I can't look at the photographs
I can't bear to see you
I have you tucked up in my drawer
what did i do that for?

They just sit there in the dust
collect the rust of memories
maybe one day i'll try again
until that day,
i'll see you

use me like a lettereset
when i'm wrong use your tipex
blank out what you want to forget
for the kids