TV Tom

It melts his face

It's all he does

Oh And TV Tom

It melts his flesh you know all he does

Sitting down

He's counting posies now

He mutes the TV

So the record player makes its sounds

The song hits like it's made for him

It tells him so, she loves him still

Oh and TV tom

Sitting down

He's counting posies now

He mutes the TV

So the record player makes its sounds

The song hits like it's made for him

It tells him so, she loves him still

And TV Tom

Sitting down counting posies by the record player

Just sits and stares at the muted television

Static plays and her face appears on the screen

Her scent enters the room

It melts his face