Bloomfield Ave
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She falls fast asleep, in her Glassboro apartment, dreaming of what she wants to be.
So she just organizes photographs she's taken in this year that's past, loves nothing more, adores her memories.
Does she miss any kiss, that I placed upon her lips.
Does she have a photograph of me at all?
That day she walked away.I turned my head and didn't pay attention, said California is my final fall.
Last time I saw her was the first time that I saw her cry.
She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly. Biology, photography ambition, was enough for her to leave me.
I swore I'd find on the other side.
Bloomfield Ave. I'm sick of pickin' through the dumpster.
A meal.I hold a gun but I can't feel it to my head, hum a song, say goodnight, it's all wrong. It's alright.I close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite.
Close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite.
Close my eyes and take a bite.
Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette, another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.
I'm homeless on the west, she's on the east.
I only wish that I could see her one more time. To remind her that I love her and I shot him down.
Now she's in that crazy town again.
Hitchhike my way across the states.
I'm banging on the door. She's passed out on the floor. Sawed off shotgun by her side, no one heard her cry.
My tears roll down the wood of our old neighborhood.
I saw her through the window but I didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down. Didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down.
Didn't have the strength to knock it down.





Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette, another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.

Overall Meaning

"Bloomfield Ave." is one of the most hauntingly poetic tales of unrequited love, confusion and loss, delivered in a punk rock rendition. The singer recounts the love story of two ambitious young adults starting off their careers, while trying to keep their love life on track. Throughout the song, we hear the pain and frustration of the lead singer, who seems to be unable to move on, bringing in his regrets, disillusionment, drug abuse, and violent tendencies.


The lyrics mention two key locations that denote a dramatic change in the story. In Glassboro, the female protagonist is happily organizing her memories, while the male protagonist is spiraling into a drug-induced despair at Bloomfield Avenue. When the male character speaks of having seen the female cry and remembering how moved he was, we hear a hint of longing in his voice, which sets up the final scene of him witnessing her in distress through her window, so close but so far away.


The song's narrative is both poignant and highly stylized, weaving a tragic tale while keeping the listener in a state of suspense. We feel the sense of loss, desperation, and hopelessness, along with the male protagonist, as he traverses across the country to see the love of his life, only to find himself in a situation that is beyond his control. The song is a testament to the power of punk rock, and how it can weave rich stories with sparse lyrics, that leave a strong impact on the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

She falls fast asleep, in her Glassboro apartment, dreaming of what she wants to be.
She falls asleep quickly in her apartment that is located in Glassboro, and dreams of what she wants to become.


So she just organizes photographs she's taken in this year that's past, loves nothing more, adores her memories.
She spends her time organizing photos she took in the past year, as she loves nothing more than cherishing memories.


Does she miss any kiss, that I placed upon her lips.
I wonder if she remembers any of the kisses I gave her.


Does she have a photograph of me at all?
I wonder if she even has a picture of me.


That day she walked away.I turned my head and didn't pay attention, said California is my final fall.
The day she left, I didn't even look back and instead said that California would be my final destination.


Last time I saw her was the first time that I saw her cry.
The last time I saw her was also the first time I saw her cry.


She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly. Biology, photography ambition, was enough for her to leave me.
She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly. Her passion for biology and photography was enough for her to leave me.


I swore I'd find on the other side.
I promised myself that I would find something better.


Bloomfield Ave. I'm sick of pickin' through the dumpster.
I'm tired of searching through the trash on Bloomfield Avenue.


A meal.I hold a gun but I can't feel it to my head, hum a song, say goodnight, it's all wrong. It's alright.I close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite.
I hold a gun to my head, but can't bring myself to pull the trigger. I hum a song, say goodnight, and take a bite of my meal, even though everything feels wrong.


Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette, another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.
I regret not saying some things, so I light another cigarette and think about the things I've lost. We all end up as ashes in the end.


I'm homeless on the west, she's on the east.
I'm homeless in the western part of the country, while she is living in the east.


I only wish that I could see her one more time. To remind her that I love her and I shot him down.
I wish I could see her one more time, to remind her that I love her and that I took revenge on someone who wronged me.


Now she's in that crazy town again.
She's back in that chaotic town again.


Hitchhike my way across the states.
I'm traveling by hitchhiking across the different states.


I'm banging on the door. She's passed out on the floor.
I'm banging on her door, but she is passed out on the floor.


Sawed off shotgun by her side, no one heard her cry.
There is a sawed-off shotgun next to her, and no one heard her cry for help.


My tears roll down the wood of our old neighborhood.
My tears flow down as I think about our old neighborhood.


I saw her through the window but I didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down. Didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down.
I saw her through the window, but lacking the strength to knock it down, I walk away feeling dejected and defeated.




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