Your picture is blurry I can't remember it quite like I used to Your shoes were covered in dirt You had a rip in your skirt Man this hurts In the picture your friends Were on either side Your hair was always dry You had a tear in your eye Man I could die Just to see your face Away from that awful place Would bring me a smile But darling, you should know why I often start to cry 'Cus you said goodbye Am I the bad guy? You danced on the grave Of a poet that died My parents hated you But baby you tried Oh blue eyed Blue eyed angel Come back to me