Nighttime is catching up
Like a broken bu*tercup
In my ethical a**isted violence
Tears are running out of order
Why won't you talk to me?
Yesterday you talked so sweet
I'm a very little cup of cappuccino
And a toast when we said goodbye
Talk to me
I miss a sense of isolation
Every day
Of the week
What are you doing in my room?
Talk to me
Maybe we can have a conversation
Like we did on TV
When there was nothing else to see
Tell me, are you having fun?
Even though what's said is done
When the camera was rolling backwards
And the video director slept
Look what they've done to me
I'm looking like a broken Christmas tree
And a radio transistor's silence
With the lights
Going out of tune
Talk to me
I miss the sense of isolation
Every day
Of every week
What are you doing in my room?
Talk to me
Maybe we can have a conversation
Like we did in TV
When there was nothing else to see
No, don't k** me, don't k** me, <...>