Burning Photographs

I finally see the lights

Down on the east side

Wasted like a memory

If I had a car I'd drive

Straight off the bridge into the river it would empty me

Pretty pictures in a magazine

Everybody is so make believe it's true

I used to be sad

Now I'm just bored with you

You're doomed to repeat the past

'Cause nothing is gonna last

I burned all your photographs

Traffic sings the songs

Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun

If I had a car I'd drive straight into the window of a bank I owed money to

Pretty pictures in a magazine

Everybody is so make believe it's true

I used to be sad

Now I'm just bored with you

You're doomed to repeat the past

'Cause nothing is gonna last

I burned all of your photographs

And all the time you're so unhappy

And everything to you's so heavy

But oh my word ain't you so pretty now

There's nothing to make up now

No one to wake up now

She's starting to break up

Wow

Pretty pictures in a magazine

Everybody is so make believe it's true

I used to be sad

Now I'm just bored with you

You're doomed to repeat the past

'Cause nothing is gonna last

I burned all your photographs