Bloomfield Ave. - 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

«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