Folsom Street

I met her by the big pine tree
While I walked up the hill
To Folsom Street
But it was down the alley
Where she cut her wrists
Cigarettes and weed
Remember me?

In a a room down a basement
I can still hear you laugh
Empty bottles and empty dreams
Cigarettes and weed... remember me?

City Terrace lights up your scars
From the back of my car
On a drunken Friday night
Don't know how she still... alive

Empty bottles
And empty dreams
Cigarettes and weed
Remember me

In a a room down a basement
I can still hear you laugh



Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Arriaga
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