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