Lyrics:

1991
Writer; Skip Ewing

I spilled my coffee on the paper this morning
And I saw your picture inside
You could have given me some kinda of warning
Some kinda reason why

I let my eggs and my toast get cold sittin'
Cause I lost my appitite
The reason you won't call or come back is written
Right here in black and white

I get the picture, your gettin' married
You've decided on someone and it isn't me
I wanta tell me its not really over
But I can't deny what I see

I've crumbled you up, then smoothed out your cresses
So many times today
The feelin's when I close my eyes on your memory
Won't let me throw you away

I get the picture, your gettin' married
You've decided on someone and it isn't me
I wanta tell me its not really over
But I can't deny what I see

I wanta tell me its not really over
But I get the picture