Bloomfield Ave. lyrics

Artist  : Catch 22 
Song : Bloomfield Ave.



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 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, 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 bit. 



(CHORUS)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.