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