Later...When the TV Turns to Static

My street as I remember is still the same Wonder what the people around here say Only I can turn things the other way I think my friends have all gave up me Time my change, I reach in an apology Then dance dance dance dance dance into the future with me Beware the fences the present offenses Underlies they say inside these walls can mad meant involuntarily Cuz Later when the TV turns to static It's quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic How I get home tonight seemed so automatic Systematic Now the outside world looks so cinematic Only the lonely in this correctional facility Isn't it sad, isn't it sad, isn't it hepatic[?] In the startle[?] of every night I pray for the dumbest to be loved unwillingly From here no place no manchele[?] Can never really walk away I didn't want to walk away Cuz Later when the TV turns to static It's quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic How I get home tonight seemed so automatic Systematic Now the outside world looks so cinematic Ohh ohh