T.V.

found me on taylor street in 1983

settled out at the bar and jump into your car and you play ceremony

carve it into my thigh

i wanna drown in the shock of no pain that i feel when i say to you

don’t turn off the TV 

listen to the white noise leaking

feel the heat of the screen

throwing colors at the ceiling

tangled up in a sheet

candy says and fogged lenses to split the scene

candy says and fogged lenses to split the scene

i saw you writing in the background of a dream

with a stolen guitar and you’re singing big star on the day i turned 13

its a place i’d like (to be, to be, to be)

i’ll see you on the turnpike (happy, happy, happy, happy)

don’t turn off the TV 

listen to the white noise leaking

feel the heat of the screen

throwing colors at the ceiling

tangled up in a sheet

candy says and fogged lenses to split the scene

candy says and fogged lenses to split the scene

don’t turn off the TV 

listen to the white noise leaking

feel the heat of the screen

throwing colors at the ceiling

tangled up in a sheet

candy says and fogged lenses to split the scene

candy says and fogged lenses to split the scene

i got your mixtape and i played it on the train

and the snow from the grate fell in time with track eight and i finally felt sane

i’ll learn your song of lost love

i’ll play it every time you might doubt that you ever had found it