Bloomfield Ave.

She falls fast asleep
In her Glassboro apartment
Dreaming of what she wants to be
So she just organizes photographs
She’s taken in this year that’s past
Loves nothing more, adores her memories
Does she miss any kiss, that I placed upon her lips
Does she have a photograph of me at all?
That day she walked away. I turned my head and didn’t pay attention
«she» said California is my final fall
Last time I saw her was the first time that I saw her cry
She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly
Biology, photography ambition, was enough for her to leave me
I swore I’d find her on the other side. Bloomfield Ave
I’m sick of pickin' through the dumpster. A meal
I hold a gun but I can’t feel it to my head
Hum a song, say goodnight, it’s all wrong. It’s alright
I close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite
Close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite
Close my eyes and take a bite
Another thing I should’ve said, light another cigarette
Another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down
I’m homeless on the west, she’s on the east
I only wish that I could see her one more time
To remind her that I love her and I shot him down
Now she’s in that crazy town again
Hitchhike my way across the states
I’m banging on the door
She’s passed out on the floor
Sawed off shotgun by her side, no one heard her cry
My tears roll down the wood of our old neighborhood
I saw her through the window but
I didn’t have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down
Didn’t have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down
Didn’t have the strength to knock it down
Another thing I should’ve said, light another cigarette
Another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down