Elliott Smith

you’ll make the scene like you always do
going up stream down the avenue
to fuck some trophy boy that you’ll win tonight at the bar
so bad, so far... you’ll make him sad, shooting star.

when it was me, i was momentarily proud
drunk on dreams, now i’m glad i didn’t say out loud
you said you’d be for real, but i don’t believe that you are
so bad, so far... you make me sad, shooting star.

you’re distant and cold and a sight to behold
everybody just sighs,
but no one gets on with you very long,
cos you don’t feel bad when you lie.
i’m going to sleep now, going back to find square one
square two will be where i can deal with the shit you’ve just done
it won’t be soon, to say the least it’s gonna be hard
so bad, so far. your love is sad, shooting star