Stretch Armstrong Songtext

she says, "he's writing a novel"i told her that's called smoking dopeshe said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by nowshe's got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong dollshe's with another before i've recovered, and crossed her name off my wallif you could have seen me, a third rate houdiniescaping with lines like "the problem was me"now freedom's just another word for watching TVlet the cold lonely blue light wash over mefreedom's just another word for watching TVnow there's a hole in the wall where no hold should beso much for forgivenessno such thing as a second chancemy bed's a complete messi lie in it, all by myselfmy cats don't talk to me, they've taken her side i'm surethey hear the sound as if she's coming 'round, and all three of us stare at the doorgod damn what i said when i sat on her bedthat the problem's not her, that the problem was menow freedom's just another word for watching TVlet the cold lonely blue light wash over mefreedom's just another word for watching TVnow there's a hole in the wall where no hold should behe was such the arrogant bastardshe'd say "wait up" - it seemed that he'd walk fasterit's only with distance and time that she got him out of her mind and now i findthat that bastard, that bastard was menow there's a hole in the wall where no hole should beyeah, freedom's just another word for watching TVlet the cold lonely blue light wash over mefreedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left there's been nothing onfreedom's just another wordfreedom's just another wordfreedom's just another wordfreedom's just another wordfreedom's just another wordfreedom's just another wordthere's nothing on