I found a faded photograph of you
Clearing out this crowded room
See me so proud, dressed up to the nines, sipping dandelion wine
Did it seem the sun would never set...
We'd stay young, forever blessed in our Sunday Best
But I'm Wednesday's child and I am cursed to stay
Locked inside your purse
It's night and I'll come to you once more
I'll forget to use the door...Did I startle you?
Oh no... Not me
For you see through me... It hurts