Photographs - Civil War Rust

I finally see the light Down on the east side Wasted like a memory If I had a car I'd drive Straight off the bridge into the river It would empty me Pretty pictures in a magazine Everybody is so make believe, it's true I used to be sad Now I'm just bored with you You're doomed to repeat the past Nothing is gonna last I burned all of your photographs Traffic sings the songs Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun If I had a car, I'd drive Straight into the window of a bank I owed money to Pretty pictures in a magazine Everybody is so make believe, it's true I used to be sad Now I'm just bored with you You're doomed to repeat the past Nothing is gonna last I burned all of your photographs You're doomed to repeat the past Nothing is gonna last I burned all of your photographs And all the time you're so unhappy And everything to you's so heavy But oh my word, ain't you so pretty now There's nothing to make up now No one to wake up now She's starting to break up, wow Pretty pictures in a magazine Everybody is so make believe, it's true I used to be sad Now I'm just bored with you You're doomed to repeat the past 'Cause nothing is gonna last I burned all of your photographs You're doomed to repeat the past 'Cause nothing is gonna last I burned all of your photographs