she says, "he's writing a novel"   i told her that's called smoking dope   she said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now      she's got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong doll   she's with another before i've recovered, and crossed her name off my wall   if you could have seen me, a third rate houdini   escaping with lines like "the problem was me"      now freedom's just another word for watching TV   let the cold lonely blue light wash over me   freedom's just another word for watching TV   now there's a hole in the wall where no hole should be      so much for forgiveness   no such thing as a second chance   my bed's a complete mess   i lie in it, all by myself      my cats don't talk to me, they've taken her side i'm sure   they hear the sound as if she's coming 'round, and all three of us stare at the door   god damn what i said when i sat on her bed   that the problem's not her, that the problem was me      now freedom's just another word for watching TV   let the cold lonely blue light wash over me   freedom's just another word for watching TV   now there's a hole in the wall where no hole should be      he was such the arrogant bastard   she'd say "wait up" - it seemed that he'd walk faster   it's only with distance and time that she got him out of her mind and now i find   that that bastard, that bastard was me      now there's a hole in the wall where no hole should be      yeah, freedom's just another word for watching TV   let the cold lonely blue light wash over me   freedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left there's been nothing on   freedom's just another word   freedom's just another word   freedom's just another word   freedom's just another word   freedom's just another word   freedom's just another word   there's nothing on