Jean's T.V. Lyrics

I tell them every place I have ever gone And if there's a fear of empty space I need to be surrounded by someone Waiting for a chance that things could change Or spend another night among the dead Searching for a calming presence I'm so excitable Nothing happens, I just can't go on Tell me why we have to live like this Waiting for a certain, distant fall Comfort is as unlikely as escape And love is always so conditional I'm tired of the tense and frightened looks Staring out these tired, anxious eyes Looking for constant approval I'm so desirable Nothing matters, I have to move on I have to move on I have to move I guess it's pretty self-destructive to ruin on what you create What if I said it's more productive Would you make a fool out of me? Cause I'd make a fool out of you With your cool guitars and rock-star eyes thrash metaltional on cue Or is it hypocrites, like us That fear what truth can do?