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