Microwave Pizza

You're sitting on the couch again
One eye on your watch, one hand changing stations
Will anyone really know you
I feel your pain, but why can't I talk to you

You're driving your car
And eating your microwave pizza
Again

My blood, my fears, your tears
I am confused by the problem we have here
You know I love you, I love you
I feel your pain, but why can't I talk to you

And you keep driving your car
And eating your microwave pizza
'Cause you don't know what else to do
Yeah, 'cause you don't know what else to do

To do
To do
To do
To do
To do
To do