VCR

Turn down your moaning stereo

I can't hear my thoughts or let them glow

Audacious looks of interest

Feels best when I get them off my chest

Yes, less is best

Some folk seem to demand respect

You can see when they bum a cigarette

So I ask "can I bum a cigarette?"

I don't smoke but I hate to feel regret

Yes, less is best

Take my time while you

Walk the line

Out of style

It's all by design

Now. Then. It all seems to go

On and, on and, on and, on and

Dry from the heat of irony

Sadness keeps raining down on me

Like watching movies on your own

VCR tapes all out on loan

Yeah I don't know where to go

Drag my eyes through the left to right

Losing track, it's all by design

Now. Then. It all seems to go

On and, on and, on and, on and

All these vials are screw-caps

They don't seem to fit the mould

I need something that can hold the soldering in

In the face of such a grim mistake I

Ought to let you know that I never know

All the things you do when you seem to go

On and, on and, on and, on and

Now. Then. It all seems to go

On and, on and, on and, on and