Picture Postcard

Shots rang out Valentines Day

Fragrant remnants of a strewn bouquet

Lover's bloody quarrel

Sweet chocolate gone to waste

He took the petty cash and drove threw California State

In a San Fernando Valley pool hall

He caught the eye of some young broad

Turns out the girl was only 17 and thinks criminals are

gods

She was pretty

As pretty as a runaway could be

And he was crazy for her

As crazy as a crazy person could be

Motel window framed her face

Wash of lemon lime

Sallow yellow skin

Sour green eyes

Theft in the drawer

With a bible unopened syringe

God is lethal he said with a knowing grin

Don't you forget about your past boy

Don't you forget about the gun

Don't forget about Mexico

That's where we're gonna run

Picture postcard she stole the night before

With a dirty magazine from the local convenient store

A photo of Paris at night

The Eiffel tower in lights

An satisfied looking debutant

Flipside read

Je t'aime, mon amour (I love you, my dear)

Paris, France

Don't you forget about your past girl

Don't you forget about the streets

Don't forget about the cold when you're lying in that

beach

She's scared this back road has a dead end

That he won't fly her to the moon

Well, just sit tight babe

We're gonna be in Mexico real soon

So just sit there and don't say another word

Before I go and hurt someone

Before I take this gun and hurt someone

Before I hurt someone