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 answer 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 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'd monitor 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
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 is so
heavy But all my wording, she's so pretty now
There's nothing to make of now No one to wake up now
You're doomed 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 Nothing's gonna last
I'll burn all your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past
Nothing's gonna last