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