Sitcom

Before I trusted other people

And I knew what loving somebody was

You took my lungs and you stole my pain

But where is the rest of it all?

Before I trusted other people

And I knew what loving somebody was

Hung up the phone and you cut the cord

But where is the rest of it all?

If you're not falling with me

I won't be limited anymore

Love on a sitcom, baby

Feels so cold

Anachronistic lullabies won't save us

You gotta lie about living your best life

My fundamental rights are telling me

This has gotta die

The impolite try to lie away from white lights

Give me that soft yellow glow

And tell me what you know

About the way we wear our hair and ask

Where is the rest of it all?

Where is the rest of it all?

If you're not falling with me

I won't be limited anymore

Love on a sitcom, baby

Feels so cold

If you're not falling with me

I won't be limited anymore

Love on a sitcom, baby

Feels so cold

If you're not falling with me

I won't be limited anymore

Love on a sitcom, baby

Feels so cold