Elliott Smith - 1. 4. 98 Lyrics
Youll make the scene like you always do.Goin upstream down the ave. to ***** someTrophy boy that youll win tonight at the bar.So bad, so far. youll make him sad, shooting star.When it was me, I was mementarily proud;Full of dreams now Im gladI didnt say out loud, hoping youd be for realWhen I dont believe that you are.So bad, so far. you make me sad, shooting star.Distant and cold and a sight to behold.Everybody sighs. no one gets onWith you very long, cus you dont feel badWhen you lie.Im goin to sleep now,Which I guess would be step 1.Step 2 is where I can deal with the thingYouve just done.It wont be soon, to say the least its gonnaBe hard.So bad, so far. you made me sad, shooting star.