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