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i feel again i'm coming home |
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to find the peace i feel alone |
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my television friends have gone |
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now i can take my time to talk about them |
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they're nice to me, they smile to me |
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they are what they'd like me to be |
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i let them keep my company |
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and i don't even care what they're selling |
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they're only selling |
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look into these little boxes |
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bluer weather, greener grass |
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everyone has lots of money |
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everyone's in style |
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little people, little houses |
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happy living little lives |
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when they wake up with perfect makeup |
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it makes me sick |
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don't need a life of my own, you know i'm so satisfied |
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deep in the screen they have made me believe |
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i'm so pacified |
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they keep me asleep with each day they repeat |
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this life they pretend to me |
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i took my television, unplugged it from the wall |
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tiny people crawling as i broke it on the floor |
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i put them in my pockets, took them where they can't be found |
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then i held them in my hands |
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then i made them do really bad things |
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now i'm afraid to be at home |
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because i fear i'm not alone |
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my television friends have grown |
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now i'm afraid of what they might be selling |
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what are they selling |
