Television

Don't blame it on her

She's got to be

The only one

To put up with me

Rubber band wrapped round the cash,

We desperately need.

Don't make it worse

Don't make it bleed

Sick dog, needs love

My everything

I'll need a hole to dig

Someday we'll need to be…

Alone with nothin' but the television

Maybe we'll just bury ourselves with him.

Don't blame it on love

It's got to be,

Right where

The furnace used to be

Feet go cold, turn up the heat,

When you're down on me.

The world gets smaller

At the seams

Don't make it smaller

Than it should be

Drop a knife above a map

Run away with me…

Someplace where they don't have no television

A place where we haven't grown tired of everyone yet

Play undercover, take turns being one another's breath

Don't blame it on me

I got the seed

But I don't want it

I need to eat

I need to feed

The beast inside of me

You talk of days

I don't think I'll see

I anchored

My feet to the beach

Do when the big one comes

It’s taking me

To hell with life and our televisions

To hell with everyone who says we're meant to stay in one place.