1.4.98 — текст песни (Elliott Smith)

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.