Microwave Pizza
Joanna Syme, Tom Iansek
You're sitting on the couch again
One eye on your watch, one hand changing stations
Will anyone really know you
I feel your pain, but why can't I talk to you
You're driving your car
And eating your microwave pizza
Again
My blood, my fears, your tears
I am confused by the problem we have here
You know I love you, I love you
I feel your pain, but why can't I talk to you
And you keep driving your car
And eating your microwave pizza
'Cause you don't know what else to do
Yeah, 'cause you don't know what else to do
To do
To do
To do
To do
To do
To do
