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