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tell me something stupid
auction off my diary
life is getting esoteric
let me in your movie
each time i walk out the door
someone mixes metaphors
life is so much cleaner on the page

it's like the morning when i'm dreaming
and everything is so pristine
it's just a seven hour movie
and i'm in every scene

let me in my t.v.
get this tape to tori
got to have a subplot
when i sell them my life story
maybe i should write it first
and do the living later

'cause life is so much cleaner on the page
it's like the time i lost my body
and then i saw it on t.v.
somehow it shed a whole dimension
but it still looked like me
(hey! that looks like me!)

each time i write lines for it
someone improvises it
life is so much cleaner on the page
life is so much cleaner on the page

chroma key - on the page
 

I was at a funeral
the day I realized
I wanted to spend my
life with you.

Sitting down on the steps at the
old post office
The flag was flying at half-mast
And i was thinking' bout how
everyone is dying
And maybe it's time to live

I don't know where we're going...
I don't know what we'll do...