Broadcast

I would take over this world if I could
Just make it off of this couch
I would become someone
As long as nothing good is on TV

But the colors are so attractive
And the noise distracting from thinking

Wasted days turn into wasted years
Mine is a life I've witnessed but haven't lived
I have had such well intentioned dreams
But time turns dreams into regrets

I would hope for brighter futures
If I thought I had any control

This is the end of reason
From here on out I'm just guessing 'cause there's nothing left to lose
There are no explanations
You do what you can but you have to choose
To be alive
You have to choose a lie