she says, "he's writing a novel"

i told her that's called smoking dope

she said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now



she's got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong doll

she's with another before i've recovered, and crossed her name off my wall

if you could have seen me, a third rate houdini

escaping with lines like "the problem was me"



now freedom's just another word for watching TV

let the cold lonely blue light wash over me

freedom's just another word for watching TV

now there's a hole in the wall where no hold should be



so much for forgiveness

no such thing as a second chance

my bed's a complete mess

i lie in it, all by myself



my cats don't talk to me, they've taken her side i'm sure

they hear the sound as if she's coming 'round, and all three of us stare at the door

god damn what i said when i sat on her bed

that the problem's not her, that the problem was me



now freedom's just another word for watching TV

let the cold lonely blue light wash over me

freedom's just another word for watching TV

now there's a hole in the wall where no hold should be



he was such the arrogant bastard

she'd say "wait up" - it seemed that he'd walk faster

it's only with distance and time that she got him out of her mind and now i find

that that bastard, that bastard was me



now there's a hole in the wall where no hole should be



yeah, freedom's just another word for watching TV

let the cold lonely blue light wash over me

freedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left there's been nothing on

freedom's just another word

freedom's just another word

freedom's just another word

freedom's just another word

freedom's just another word

freedom's just another word

there's nothing on