I can hear the MIDI in you
And reverb in your so-called truths
I can see the pixels in you
Smart Blur tried to edit/undo
TV’s too close
I can see the squares
You’ve got too close
I can see your squares
I can see the TV in you
Brought to me by beer, tennis shoes, and chains too
Sucking up your hope like it’s a heated up soup cup
Leaving you to rust just like a broken down pickup
Can barely understand why there is even a mix-up
You’ve known it all along that there’s no way you’re gone trick luck
Please call easy other
I feel overrated
Please all, easy others
I feel so truncated
