Hold that thought, baby
my brain is rusted
Jessica got fat
and Chris Brown got busted
what did you say?
now that's just sad
Angela hates Jennifer
Jennifer hates Brad
ARod took roids
Michael did ****
what happened at work?
your boss did you wrong?
it's a commercial
you just about done?
who loves ya...oops!
baby, put down that gun!

I've gone
there why
in matter
of sands
and if
taken this
photo when
hers flash
in mine
this cartoon
gosh was
her ***
vehemently shone
inside the
cove that
the bulb
would entertain

Do you know how hard it was to watch you on TV?
I saw it all again in a blue rush
The smoke from a cigarette blown just in from the garden door
Your broken needles and stupid little games littering the floor
A black coffee and a dusty bed
Us talking for hours while the sun falls and rises from the dead
Crowed parties of your own design
You looking at me from them
A gulf in a crowd
Making me laugh in my small crimes
We liked the way our dreams worked
Together in each other's bedrooms
Floating in your eyes I see the soul spin
Of heavenly physics clouded in fun and evil
To see all that in your face
Is not to see God
or even any abject grace
But its been a year
and you're talking to the interviewer
Shepherded and meek
Cared for another I see it all in that week
You're Talking to the TV
rather than at me
The grass is rarely greener
sights of when you see her
Alone and discarded,
I see you now on the screen
Eyes so hollow
near your bike -- you're so lean
It was painful and insufferable
the inhumanity of your stare
I'm killed by cruelty
or even maybe by my silence
You're talking to the TV
Rather than to me
But my tears are becoming moonlight
one day they'll be sunlight
then just light
A violent light of my own
And not light dredged up from you.

Looking through heavens eyes,
I can see that motion picture highlight.
Over and over,
Like an opal dream inside the TV screen.
It's curves and swirls,
drawing us in,
Maybe in another life I won't fall,
But I'll leave it all up to you,
In passion or fright,
Down passages never took,
Through gardens we daren’t not look,
Into burning books,
5 deaths maybe more,
To make a serenade of hearts beat forever,
Inside plastic cages or outside on our hill,
The flow of hearts is endless.
Self-made or self-inflicted,
They come with no choice,
It's a mirror between mirrors,
a look within a look,
a glance within a kiss,
a fever without hope,
And we're all stuck in them,
Like vanities in glass,
Inside magazine portraits to smash.