Television

We're trapped inside idle eyes Watching television World-weary lines of time we spent These clothes I'm in Making out under an image of a man Who you could fantasize your baby daddy Raging out against the fading of the color in my jeans Are they watching me? And it's alright I don't mind Burn 'til I'm a hundred and five degree fever Give me light I look so good you gon' throw me on the television These picture perfect negative cries These love crimes Pray you don't talk about it But you don't pray to hard I used to fantasize about making love to you in the back of my car I could talk the entire night, right But I don't know what I'm saying anymore And all of your walls where I have lived They don't face in I didn't love you like I ought to though And your other man is prob'ly home Tells you everything you wanna know So I call you on your mobile phone But you never seem to answer though So you hate me now I know Why don't you love me like you oughta love me I don't need no poetry to know in me is something beautiful And you're cold And that's code, two, three, four! Right! I don't mind Burn 'til I'm a hundred and five degree fever Give me light I look so good you gon' throw me on the television So tell me is this too loud Freedom of a tape rolled out A-story, see now (See me now) Is this what I gotta do now? If I ever told you I'd be too proud I'm less now Pray you don't talk about it But you don't pray to hard I used to fantasize about making love to you in the back of my car (Pray you don't talk about it But you don't pray to hard I'm not sad, I'm dark Hate outsourcing my heart Don't talk loud this isn't art I'll just sit here in the dark and watch this Television) (King us or queen us Like a poor man's Jesus I swore I saw God bubbling up on the surface And I began to get nervous)