Television

I can hear the TV, it is coming for me
Scares my socks off
Sitting in my boxers, looking at the clock go
Whiskey on the rocks
Oh I meant to get
Gingerale from the market
I’m waiting for something to start
Check engine light flickers on
Call me a tow
I want to go home
I can’t place the feeling, staring at the mirror
Pulling skin into place
Cut my hair in the bathroom, I didn’t get the back well
Fuck it, I like it this way
I’ll say I messed it up on purpose
I’ll say I messed it up with a purpose
I’m waiting for something to start
Check engine light flickers on
Call me a tow
I want to go home
Baker buys pillsbury dough
Sits back and watches reality shows
Just dial tones
I want to go home
Watch me with the sound off
I will take the soap box
I want to go home