Elliott Smith

You'll make the scene like you always do

Goin' up stream down the ave. to fuck some

Trophy boy that you won tonight at the bar

So bad, so far. you'll make him sad, shooting star.

When it was me

I was momentarily proud

I'm drunk on dreams now I'm glad

I didn't say out loud

You said you'd be for real but

I don't think that you are

So bad, so far. you make me sad, shooting star.

You distant cold, a sight to behold

Everybody just sighs. nobody gets on

With you very long, cause you don't feel bad when you lie

I'm going to sleep now

Back to first square one

Square 2 will be where I can deal with the shit you've just done

It won't be soon

To say the least it's gonna be hard

So bad, so far. your love is sad, shooting star

Your love is sad, shooting star


Steven Paul "Elliott" Smith (August 6, 1969 – October 21, 2003) was an American songwriter and musician. Smith was born in Omaha, Nebraska, raised primarily in Texas, and resided for a significant portion of his life in Portland, Oregon, where he first gained popularity. His primary instrument was the guitar, but he was also proficient at piano, clarinet, bass, drums and harmonica. Smith had a distinctive vocal style characterized by his "whispery, spiderweb-thin delivery" and use of multi-tracking to create vocal harmonies. ... Read More