Brightest thing in my life is a TV on the wall
Alcohol is making love to me, with its sirens call
Sepia paints the air, sepia paints my life
Only I can't see the fading colours
when the pack calls for another round
Happiness can go find another
when I can pretend that all is well,
knocking back beers in faded bars
Chains as bracelets on my naked wrists
Chains as anklets, it's what I wish
Slave through choice, though when given a voice
Not what I would call myself
'Cause the brightest thing in my life is a TV on the wall
Alcohol is making love to me, with its sirens call
Sepia paints the air, sepia paints my life
Only I can't see the fading colours
when the pack calls for another round
Happiness can go find another
when I can pretend that all is well,
knocking back beers in faded bars
Chains as bracelets on my naked wrists
Chains as anklets, it's what I wish
Slave through choice, though when given a voice
Not what I would call myself
'Cause the brightest thing in my life is a TV on the wall