You could never be lonely
Cover story again
Check that picture closely
I see myself in the frame

I guess I should be grateful
For you to kiss on my wall
At least my room is tasteful
And it cost nothing at all

I love to watch you
Compulsive as bad TV
I love to watch you
It’s some weird sin

I love to watch you
Desire only moves in straight lines
To find a way in

Every night in the restaurant
You and your dismal friends
I smile till my teeth hurt
Planning what else I can send

In the daytime I study
All kinds of interesting things
Domestic security, firearms
That’s what celebrity brings