Its easy to say you got me when you got nothing
Never had, if you did
You'd be so afraid to eat those words
That whatever you had you hid
You're the worst kind
You couldn't see yourself
You wouldn't see yourself
Maybe if you were Truman and you bought the complete box set
Limited edition
With editors commentary
Special features with psychiatrist commentary
And Psyche profile
And even then I think it would be futile
You don't see it because you hate who you are
Or love yourself too much to drop yourself off that pedestal
But I promise its inevitable
Sooner or later we come face to face with our star player

Recall

I changed the channel on my love once, hit recall now i'm back to before the love was lust, lost. Now at night I toss, I felt a buzz as I lay there, reached for my phone but it was a pager there, true story. I guess I took it back. I awoke from a shallow sleep, thought of you and faded chest deep. I'm wading in the water, but I'm fading fast, still dreaming you haunt me in my sleep I only miss you because I wish I didn't feel this way, you let me go because I pushed you, now i'm begging you to stay. 143s of the past mean nothing now, love lost is like losing a bet, I put up my heart. But doubling down or losing a round aint nothing like this. So I channel search through the fish of the sea, but I always find my mind on you, 143. I know deep down you're not four me. So why when i'm in the middle of another program, I'm drawn to you, my previous channel.