When the dialogue
Makes you think you're gonna die soon
I don't listen for the dial tone
I just lay alone and cry

Cause there are such sad songs on the radio
And all my old friends are laying low
Trying not to be the people they're afraid of don't you know?

And the centerpiece
Is a little bit of everything
This cacophony is deafening
And no one else can seem to hear

When there are such sad songs on your stereo
And all your old friends don't care at all
Trying not to fall apart they can't take it anymore

And when the morning comes
And everything is still amiss
You turn your TV on
And then regret it while you sit

Cause there are such sad stories on the morning news
And every death toll takes more from you
There is an armed gunman in the store
With you it seems, oh it seems

So you go back to bed
And pretend it's all a dream
If you convince yourself
Its only numbers on a screen

Then all the fucked up things that keep happening
Will feel much less real than they have to be
Much less real than they actually are