Shooting Star - Elliott Smith

You’ll make the scene

Like you always do

Going upstream

Down the avenue

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 momentarily proud

Drunk on dreams

Now I’m glad I didn’t say out loud

You said you’d be for real

But I don’t believe that you are

So bad, so far

You made me sad

Shooting star

You’re distant and cold

And a sight to behold

Everybody just sighs

But no one gets on

With you very long

Cause you don’t feel bad when you lie

I’m going to sleep now

Going back to find square one

Square to be where

I can deal with the shit you just done

It won’t be soon

Say the least it’s gonna be hard

So bad, so far

Your love is sad

Shooting star

Your love is sad

Shooting star