Something Melodramatic
There's ghosts inside my TV screen
I can't afford to see
They could be up to something obscene
It doesn't get through to me
And all I can do
When I think it's you
Is smile and walk away
Don't want to assume
You'd be in that room
But it's hard to say
Some of my friends are into things
I couldn't even spell
It has to do with broken rings
I think they're all going to Hell
There's magazines out six bucks a shot
Full of things I'll never do
I get excited until I spot
Somebody who looks like you