Letras: Elliott Smith. From A Basement On The Hill. Shooting Star.

You'll make the scene like you always do
Goin' up stream down the ave. to fuck some
Trophy boy that you won tonight at the bar
So bad, so far. you'll make him sad, shooting star.
When it was me
I was momentarily proud
I'm drunk on dreams now I'm glad
I didn't say out loud
You said you'd be for real but
I don't think that you are
So bad, so far. you make me sad, shooting star.
You distant cold, a sight to behold
Everybody just sighs. nobody gets on
With you very long, cause you don't feel bad when you lie
I'm going to sleep now
Back to first square one
Square 2 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
Your love is sad, shooting star