Lyrics:

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.