Tune Myself Out

There's nothing else i'm ever gonna try It's only this now- this is my whole life I love my echo chamber, flanger, phaser That's all there is now, and it's all mine, so get out This is my radio show I interview myself 'cept i seldom answer I'm glued to my remote So i can tune myself out Fast-forward to the end, now let's take it from the top My life's a type I cassette and it's getting pretty chewed up Everything's bleeding into everything else And i'm already dead, and everyone who ever knew me is dead This is my radio show I interview myself 'cept i seldom answer I'm glued to my remote So i can tune myself out So i can tune myself out 'Scuse me while i tune myself out But when i tune out for too long, my mind starts wandering I seem to recall, although i might be wrong But wasn't there someone else here who used to sing along? Ah it's been so long, and when i start to feel down i say to myself "Cmon buddy, you got it buddy, cmon snap out of it" But sometimes i just can't seem to snap out of it Until i realize…hey my favorite show's coming on! This is my radio show I interview myself but i never answer I'm glued to my remote So i can tune myself out Now should i tune myself out? This is my radio show All filler, time-killer, till it all goes up in smoke I'm glued to my remote 'Cause i only wanna tune myself out But i just can't seem to tune myself out