Burning Photographs

I finally see the light

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 of 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.