Too self obsessed and too much TVnUnderneath this avalanche of golden teethnI didn't get much sleep at the start of the weeknUnderneath this avalanche of golden teethnIt's like my chest is caving innnA starch black dress on a CEOnAnd as you stretch your skin for another photonYour face is caving innIf I'm paid for my time, it'll be just finenWatch me dip my hand in the iodinenMy chest is caving innnLong time no see, where have you beennBefore I get to say it you get taken awaynYou never go but you never staynMy secrets smell like spit and everybody knowsnI'll hang myself with the cord of the telephonenMy chest is caving innnI get so bored that my teeth start to hurtnIn this museum of neon t-shirtsnThis room is caving innWhen we're both coming down but you still come aroundnYou can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the groundnMy heart is caving in