Elliott Smith - 1. 4. 98 Lyrics

You’ll make the scene like you always do. Goin’ upstream down the ave. 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 mementarily proud; Full of dreams now I’m glad I didn’t say out loud, hoping you’d be for real When I don’t 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 on With you very long, ’cus you don’t feel bad When you lie. I’m goin’ to sleep now, Which I guess would be step 1. Step 2 is where I can deal with the thing You’ve just done. It won’t be soon, to say the least it’s gonna Be hard. So bad, so far. you made me sad, shooting star. Elliott Smith Lyrics 1. 4. 98 Lyrics