Don't blame it on her, shes got to be the only one to put up with me.
Rubber band wrapped around the cash we desperately need.
Don't make it worse, don't make it bleed, sick dog needs love, my everything.
I'll need a hole to dig, someday we'll need to be...
alone with nothin' but the television.
Maybe we'll just bury ourseves with him.
Don't blame it on love, its got to be right where the furnace use to be feet go cold, turn up the heat, when you're down on me.
The world gets smaller at the seams, don't make it smaller than it should be.
Drop a knife on a map run away with me...
someplace where they don't have no television, a place where we haven't grown tired of everyone yet.
Play undercover, take turns being one another's breath.
Don't blame me, I got the seed but I don't want it, I need to eat.
I need to feed the beast inside of me.
You talk of days I don't think I'll see.
I anchored my feet to the beach, so when that big ones comes its takin' me, takin' me...
to hell with life and our television. To hell with everyone who says we're meant to stay in one place.