Bloomfield Ave. — текст песни (catch 22)

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, 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 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 bit.

(CHORUS)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.