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.

And all the time you're so unhappy

And everything to you's so heavy

But oh my word, ain't you 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 of your photographs.