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
And nothing is gonna last
I burn all your photographs


Traffic sings the songs
Inviting me into dodging 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
And nothing is gonna last

I burn all your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past
And nothing is gonna last

I burn all your photographs

And all the time you're so unhappy

And everything to you is so heavy
And oh my word ain't you so 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 your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past
Cause nothing is gonna last

I burn all your photographs