I finally see the light
Down on the east side wasted like a memory
If I had a car I'd drive
Straight off a bridge into the river it would empty me
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody used to make believe it's true
I used to be sad now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past Nothing's gonna last
I'll burn all your photographs
Traffic sings the songs Inviting me in to dodge your 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
used to make believe it's true
I used to be sad now I'm just bored with you
You're
doomed to repeat the past Nothing's gonna last
I'll burn all your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past Nothing's gonna last
I'll burn all your photographs All the time you're so unhappy
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
No one to break up wow Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody used to make believe it's true I
used to be sad now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
Nothing's gonna last
I'll burn all your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past
Nothing's
gonna last
I'll burn all your photographs