Television

I jump outa bed and pull down the shade
I used to have such sweet dreams - now its more like an air raid.
I see the opposition clear - I see them stare
I dont care - it doesnt matter to me - I never think about it
Slip out of myself like a shadow and somersault thru walls
I cant tell, its really so odd
Is this spring or fall?
Your wine is just sour grapes
Pour me a glass anytime Im not there
Careful Careful
Im not bitter I just get so sore
I need that girl more and more
Cuz when she whispers in my ear it gets so hard
It gets so hard to get out of bed
Its more than I can do.
If someone must work today, let it be you.
All this confusion hit me like a dare but I dont care.
[ Careful Lyrics ]