Busted

Busted
It's late and the TV is glowing
You're watching without even knowing
Those people are having good feelings
Those colors all look so appealing

Wishing the places were traded, after the picture is faded
You like to watch Beavis and Butt-Head
It seems there's just never enough said
You're staying inside, and you're basking in the light
There's dust everywhere, irridescent in your hair
Wishing the places were traded, after the picture is faded
And if the TV is busted, can anyone else be trusted?
Of all these memories, which one of them is yours?
And is it them or me? Wonder you're not sure
You'd like to go out, but they say it's freaky out
You've been everywhere, and you've never left your chair
Wishing the places were traded, after the picture is faded
And if the TV were busted, can anyone else be trusted?