It's three in the morning, I haven't slept yet, I haven't tried
I'm watching the TV hoping the TV can bottle my mind
I came home on Thursday, just like any day, but she wasn't there
She left me a letter telling me she'd gone cause I was unfair
I looked for the children, all of them were gone, I was alone
My only companion was a little hope she'd answer the phone
I tried for an hour, eventually my daughter called me and said
Our family was over, mom was really done with moneyless dad
I knew she was sad, but I thought this was love
It's 3:45 now, I haven't slept yet, I haven't tried
I'm consuming liquor, liquor so pretty it bottles my mind
When I was a 6 year old I fell in love with the TV screen
Now that I've lost love, nothing feels more real than watching it gleam
When I watch the TV, I hope that my life somehow could be
A place where change lasts for an hour
And everything that's bad is really good
And everything that's wrong is right
But it's a lie, people really die
And hate can look like love
And she hates me
I thought she loved me
I am not very nice
The tune to the song of my heart is sad