Paroles: Chroma Key. On The Page.

tell me something stupid
auction off my diary
life is getting esoteric
let me in your movie
each time i walk out the door
someone mixes metaphors
life is so much cleaner on the page

it's like the morning when i'm dreaming
and everything is so pristine
it's just a seven hour movie
and i'm in every scene

let me in my t.v.
get this tape to tori
got to have a subplot
when i sell them my life story
maybe i should write it first
and do the living later
'cause life is so much cleaner on the page

it's like the time i lost my body
and then i saw it on t.v.
somehow it shed a whole dimension
but it still looked like me
(hey! that looks like me!)

each time i write lines for it
someone improvises it
life is so much cleaner on the page
life is so much cleaner on the page