Television

The air it feels cold The TV is warm I can just hide in here From the raging storm I've got my remote So I'm in control I flip the channels Until I reach my goal I'm on the couch Feeling relaxed I'll watch my favorite show Then I'll hit the sack The colors they change All of the time I can just let them flicker Across my eye Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Where are you now? I'm still here When I'm watching I can be anywhere Now I'm in Cheers Now on the Crown Now I'm hiding out In the Upside Down The bills I can't pay The job I can't find Fade from my consciousness They're not on my mind Now it's the morning Now it's the night Makes no difference I'm bathed in a brilliant light Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Television Television