she says, "he's a novel" i told her that's called smoking 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 seen me, a third rate houdini escaping with lines "the problem was me"
now freedom's 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 where no hole should be
so for forgiveness no such thing as a second my a complete 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 'round, and all three of us stare at the door god damn what i 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 lonely blue light wash over me freedom's another word for watching TV now there's a hole in the 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 she got him out of her mind and now i find that bastard, that bastard was me
now a hole in the wall where no hole should be
yeah, freedom's just another for watching TV let the cold lonely blue wash over me freedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left been nothing on just another word freedom's just word freedom's just word freedom's just another freedom's just another just another word there's on