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