Elliott Smith 1. 4. 98 Lyrics

You'll make the scene like you always do.
Goin' upstream down the ave. to f*ck 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 mementarily proud;
Full of dreams now I'm glad
I didn't say out loud, hoping you'd be for real
When I don't believe that you are.
So bad, so far. you make me sad, shooting star. Distant and cold and a sight to behold.
Everybody sighs. no one gets on
With you very long, 'cus you don't feel bad
When you lie.
I'm goin' to sleep now,
Which I guess would be step 1.
Step 2 is where I can deal with the thing
You've just done.
It won't be soon, to say the least it's gonna
Be hard.
So bad, so far.you made me sad, shooting star.