I'm watching tv and they're steeling the gold again
The black men and white men, fallin' in the roles again
And I know it's just late nite tv
It's typical bullshit you know I'm talking cops and robbers shit
Pundit in a suit stick and strings just a puppet
And i know it's just prime time tv
And love is in the back room mixing margaritas
With her eyes on fire sayin' she doesn't need us
I try to tell her it's just for the moment
That this all will pass
She says, it's not you its me, or maybe it's just all of them
But last week I hit the bottom and now I'm sleeping with my best friend
And I know it's just a soap opera
She pours me a drink and we walk out on the back porch
Stare at the stars and confess that we are fucked up
And I know it's just reality tv
And love is in the bathroom puking margaritas
Cus she drank too much of what she wouldn't feed us
I hold her hair back as she burns through the night
Tell her it'll be alright
And all my travellings lead me onwards
And all my anger it ties me down
And all my madness is my sanity
Cus you've been drivin' too long today
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