AgentEd

Lyrics

Tried to cry
The expression on your face is sorrow
But your eyes remain dry

You just sigh
I haven't seen this thing before from you
And your behavior starts to scare me

You don't speak
You've cut off all communication
And this ain't just my observation

You can't sleep
And you've got no comprehension
Of the day or week

You say you cope
By smokin
Another pack of brand new cigarettes

You're watchin
Nothin' on the television set
It ain't good for you

You called me
You're reaching for your one best friend
And I don't believe it

You asked me
To listen with sincere intention
In desperate need of intervention

I see you tearin' open
Another pack of brand new cigarettes

You're doin' nothin
But the television set

It's not good for you
It' ain't good for you

You're slippin' to Oblivion
Don't slip into Oblivion

Cuz it's my job to get you out of there
But I don't have a map from there
I just might wanna stay in there with you

Start to dream
Still searchin' for that happy ending

I'll stay here with you
I'm aware that
Misery loves company

And so we start by sharin
Another pack of brand new cigarettes
And Jerry Springer's on the television set
Then I laugh at you
And you smile at me

Won't slip into Oblivion
Can't slip into Oblivion

Won't slip into Oblivion
Can't slip into Oblivion

Won't slip into Oblivion
Can't slip into Oblivion

And now we're here and sharin
The final pack of Marlboro cigarettes
We're busy laugin' at the television set
And it's gonna be alright