Catch 22 Bloomfield Avenue Lyrics

Bloomfield Avenue Lyrics

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 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.