Thrown Out At Third Songtext

I say the word "work" so much it's getting all my closest friends down
Nobody really gets what I've been rambling about
Reconstruct the look but at the core what has changed
when I close my eyes the bugs are still in my brain

Flat the five
Take the seven to the relative source
T.V. dinners on the counter
Stacked cassettes and closed doors
There's morals and there's stories