I Sold My Bed, But Not My Stereo

Black is my favorite colorMakes me feel like we know each otherBlank tapes and posters on the doorListen to my Pink Floyd coverTake a seat like a backbeat loverMixed tapes and cushions on the floorI sold my bed, but not my stereoI sold my bed, but not my stereoPaper bags and escalatorsPushing up those broken fadersOnly way to find out who you areIn a town of ones and zerosYou are one magnetic heroLittle things will always get you farI sold my bed, but not my stereoI sold my bed, but not my stereoI sold my bed, but not my stereoI sold my bed, but not my stereoBlack is my favorite colorMakes me feel like we know each otherIn a town of ones and zerosYou are one magnetic heroI sold my bed, but not my stereoI sold my bed, but not my stereoI sold my bed, but not my stereoI sold my bed, but not my stereo