Television

She's signing autographs for hours
The lines are longer when you deal with amateurs
I've got some autographs of others
Bought a shirt that smells, I never liked her
Once the bane of my provision
Now she's on the television

Turn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me out

Bite my lip around the family
They know her holiday and summer weekend thing
She's got a lovely shit-poor family
Adopted one of every single race
Put yourself in my position
My ex is on the television

Turn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me out
Turn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me out

When you place your lips upon the screen
The spark of which I've never seen
A volume knob controls the screams

Turn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me out
Turn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me out
Turn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me out
Turn it up, turn it down
Tune me in, tune me out