For a second there I thought my eyes were bleeding,
It's evident I've spent too much time staring at this screen,
Is it LCD or plasma? I'm not certain,
But I know that I'm not living whilst I'm tied to this machine,
Emancipation never came from clinging to routine,

New day, new addiction, I negate this discontent through fiction,
How I crave your company,
New day, new addition, story time keeps clouding my conviction,
I pay the price with troubled sleep,
How I crave your company,

With some leftist tome weighing down your backpack,
The shortest walk can really take its toll,
Marching back and forth between my bedroom and the library,
I'm learning how to practice self control,
It's the latest essay followed by the latest episode.

New day, new addiction, I negate this discontent through fiction,
How I crave your company,
New day, new addition, story time keeps clouding my conviction,
I pay the price with troubled sleep,
How I crave your company,

I guess it's pretty telling that I shuffle in my sleep,
Admittedly it leaves me with a bed that's rarely neatly made,
I wake up every morning, my back pressed against the wall,
What my sleeping body is scared of, I'm not really sure at all,
As far as I'm concerned the most important revolution starts in this bedroom,
We could throw the script away and improvise,
But just pray to God it won't be televised,
They'd be bleeding from the eyes.