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