she says, "he's a novel" i told her that's called smoking she said a boy my age should have to cope by now, by now
she's got more back than my, my stretch armstrong doll she's with another before recovered, and crossed her name off my wall if you could have me, a third rate houdini with lines like "the problem was me"
now freedom's just another word for TV let the cold lonely blue light wash me freedom's just another for watching TV now there's a hole in the wall where no should be
so for forgiveness no such thing as a chance my bed's a mess i lie in it, all by
my don't talk to me, they've taken her side i'm sure they hear the sound as if she's coming 'round, and all 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 freedom's just another for watching TV let the cold blue light wash over me freedom's another word for watching TV now a hole in the wall where no hole 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 where no hole be
yeah, freedom's just another word for TV let the cold lonely blue light over me freedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left there's been on freedom's just another just another word freedom's just word freedom's another word freedom's just word just another word there's on