Funeral for a Trend (British India)

Too self obsessed and too much TV And underneath this avalanche of golden teeth It's like my chest I didn't get much sleep at the start of the week No, underneath this avalanche of golden teeth It's like my chest is caving in My chest is caving in A starch black dress on a CEO And as you stretch your skin for another photo It's like your face, is caving in Your face is caving in If I'm paid for my time, it'll be just fine You watch me dip my hands in the iodine It's like my chest is caving in My chest is caving in Long time no see, where have you been? Before I get to say it you get taken away You never go, you never go, you never go, you never stay My secrets smell like spit and everybody knows I'll hang myself with the cord of the telephone It's like my chest, is caving in My chest is caving in I get so bored that my teeth start to hurt In this museum of neon t-shirts It's like this room, is caving in This room is caving in Long time no see, where have you been? Before I get to say it you get taken away You never go, you never go, you never go, you never stay You never stay Too self obsessed and too much TV And underneath this avalanche of golden teeth It's like my chest, is caving in My chest is caving in And when we're both coming down but you still come around And you can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the ground It's like my heart, is caving in My heart is caving in