Dead Radio

You're bad for me

Like cigarettes

But I haven't sucked

Enough of you yet

Nothing is sacred

And nothing is true

I'm no one that's nowhere

When I'm here with you

I've lost the power I

Had to distinguish

Between what to ignite and

What to extinguish

I blew in last night

I'm the ghost from the coast

When the lighting is bad

I'm the man with the most

And you left me to choke

On a heart up in smoke

Smiling through your tears

And your tetracycline overdose

You're good for me

Like coca cola

I don't get any younger

You don't get any older

Everything's sacred

And everything's true

And all this is possible

When I'm here with you

I've got a lot to say

But I keep my own counsel

I'd like to spit it out

But I won't speak with my mouth full

I blew in last night

I'm the ghost from the coast

When the lighting is bad

I'm the man with the most

And you left me to choke

On a heart up in smoke

Smiling through your tears

And your tetracycline overdose