Photograph

If my bathroom mirror could take my photograph It'd be a site to see All the up and downs and outs And hurt inside of me Naked with my heartache In reflections of my memories If my bathroom mirror could take my photograph It be a site to see If my shower could wash away The things that i meant to say Like holy water but hot as hell To wash my pain away To purify and cleanse and dry off all of my regret If my shower had that kinda power I'd be soaking wet If my pillow could film all the dreams That I've had of you It'd be a happy picture show with a contrast of blue If my TV could televise my sorrow and despair The ratings would be so bad they'd cancel me off the air If i could wash the dirty laundry I've collected throughout my life After I throughout the pants I wore When I was with my ex wife I'd wash and dry and iron and fold That shirt that you used to steal I'd put it away in my dresser drawer To forget about how I feel If my pillow could film all the dreams That I've had of you It'd be a happy picture show with a contrast of blue If my TV could televise my sorrow and despair The ratings would be so bad they'd cancel me off the air