Текст песни 2 - MOM

Do you love
Television
As much as I do?
Do you bury your head underground?
Do you swallow down cartoons?
Do you twist yourself
Back up into a dream?
Do you love to eat
All the blackness and leave?
Do you long to see
Some aspect of you
Reflected back
In the shape of something cute?
Do you ache to be something
That never really hurts
Or at least could hardly feel worse
Than the thing that is your skin
And the skin that it is,
And the shape that it takes?
Do you long to be reduced to simpler shapes?
Do you long to be reduced to simpler shapes?
Do you long to be reduced to simpler shapes?
If I can't sit in seat one,
I'll sit in seat two
If I can't be myself
I'll share a body with you
If I can't sit in seat one,
I'll sit in seat two
I get so scared
I never know what to do
If I can't sit in seat one,
I'll sit in seat two
If I can't be myself
I'll share a body with you
If I can't sit in seat one,
I'll sit in seat two
I don't even have
A good lie or an excuse