Television

I can hear the TV it is coming for me
Scares my socks off
Sitting in my boxers, looking at the clock go
Whisky on the rocks
Oh I meant to get
Ginger ale from the market
I meant to get ginger ale from the market

And I'm waiting for something to start
But check engine light flicker on
Call me a tow
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home

I can't place the feeling
Staring at the mirror
Pulling skin in to 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
So I'll say messed it up with a purpose

I'm waiting for something to start
But check engine light flicker on
Call me a tow
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to
Backer buys Pillsbury dough
Sits back and watches a reality show
Just dial tones
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go

Watch me with the sound off
I will take the soap box
Watch me with the sound off
I will take the soap box
Watch me with the sound off
I will take the soap box
Watch me with the sound off
I will take the soap

I want to go
I want to go
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go
I want to go
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go
I want to go
I want to go home
I want to go home



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Rubin, Matthew Borg, Todd Dahloff, Michael Ian Cummings
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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