Composition
"Picture to Burn" is a country song with a length of two minutes and 55 seconds. It draws influences from traditional elements of country music, resulting in an uptempo country rock number. Written in the key of G major, the song is set in common time and has a tempo of 106 beats per minute with a strong beat. Swift's boasts with "big vocals" that span two octaves, from the note of G3 to C5. It follows the chord progression G–Am7–C–D. The verses are driven by banjos and drums, meanwhile the refrains' instrumentation is marked by distorted guitars.
Lyrically, "Picture to Burn" is an evisceration of a no-good adolescent male, and is directed towards an ex-boyfriend. About the song's theme, Sean Dooley of About.com commented, "Swift takes no prisoners in her quest to make a former flame feel her wrath for doing her wrong." In the first verse, Swift introduces relationship by stating she acknowledged the fact that her former boyfriend was more in love with himself than with her. The second verse has Swift plotting retaliation: "There's no time for tears / I'm just sitting here planning my revenge / There's nothing stopping me / From goin' out with all of your best friends." For the refrains, she speaks of igniting fire on photographs of her ex-boyfriend, concluding them with a musical punch line, "As far as I'm concerned / You're just another picture to burn". Critics have found the song to a symbol of feminism.
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