She falls fast asleep, in her Glassboro apartment,
dreaming of what she wants to be. So she just
organizes photographs she's taken in this year
that's past, loves nothing more, adores her
memories. Does she miss any kiss, that I placed
upon her lips. Does she have a photograph of me at
all? That day she walked away. I turned my head
and didn't pay attention, said California is my
final fall. Last time I saw her was the first time
that I saw her cry. She had a boyfriend and a
tattoo of a butterfly. Biology, photography
ambition, was enough for her to leave me. I swore
I'd find on the other side. Bloomfield Ave. I'm
sick of pickin' through the dumpster. A meal. I
hold a gun but I can't feel it to my head, hum a
song, say goodnight, it's all wrong. It's alright.
I close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite. Close
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and take a bit. CHORUSAnother thing I should've
said, light another cigarette, another thing I
left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down. I'm
homeless on the west, she's on the east. I only
wish that I could see her one more time. To remind
her that I love her and I shot him down. Now she's
in that crazy town again. Hitchhike my way across
the states. I'm banging on the door. She's passed
out on the floor. Sawed off shotgun by her side,
no one heard her cry. My tears roll down the wood
of our old neighborhood. I saw her through the
window but I didn't have the strength to knock it
down. Down. Down. Didn't have the strength to
knock it down. Down. Down. Didn't have the
strength to knock it down.