she says, "he's a novel" i her that's called smoking dope she said a boy my age should learned to cope by now, by now
got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong doll she's with before i've recovered, and crossed her name off my wall if you could have me, a third rate houdini escaping with lines "the problem was me"
now freedom's just word for watching TV let the cold lonely light wash over me freedom's just another word for TV now there's a in the wall where no hole should be
so for forgiveness no thing as a second chance my a complete mess i lie in it, all by
my cats don't to me, they've taken her side i'm sure they hear the as if she's coming 'round, and all three of us stare at the door god damn i said when i sat on her bed that the problem's not her, the problem was me
now freedom's another word for watching TV let the cold lonely blue light over me freedom's just another word for TV now there's a hole in the where no hole should be
he was such the arrogant she'd say "wait up" - it seemed that walk faster it's only with distance and time that she got him out of her mind and now i that that bastard, that was me
now there's a hole in the where no hole should be
yeah, freedom's just another word for TV let the cold blue light wash over me freedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left been nothing on just another word freedom's just word freedom's another word freedom's just word freedom's just word just another word there's on