"American TV" lyrics

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Summer house in the woods
Garden gates closed for good
I don't even think about it now
Looking out every day
Private drive, fields of hay
Really nothing to write home about

I'll wake up tomorrow with an aching head
And not 'cause I did anything I'll regret
I just get that sometimes
I'll wake up tomorrow, then go to sleep
It's the new frontier
It's the American Dream, and I'll make it sometime
Mm

And I know this isn't TV
There's no twenty-minute slot
I can't cast someone to be me
I can't find the perfect shots
So I take what I am given
And I see there's a limit
I take what I am given
I'll make do with what I've got

Ooh-ooh

Brush my hair, let it dry
Turn the air up too high
Drive until it curls around my ear (Ooh)
Burning bridge turns to ash
Bottle it, bury that
What would happen if it's dead for years? (Ooh)

I'll wake up tomorrow with blood on my sheets
There's a cut on my leg that I scratched in my sleep
And it's been there ages
I'll wake up tomorrow, and it's just like today
With a scar that's no closer to fading away
I'll forget it later

And I know this isn't TV
There's no writer, there's no plot
I can't cast someone to be me
I can't find the perfect shots
So I take what I am given
Oh, I waste so many minutes
I take what I am given
I'll make do with what I've got

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

And I know this isn't TV
But I haven't got a clue
There's no audience to see me
If there is, they're not in view
So I take what I am given
Oh, I take what I am given
I just take what I am given
It's the best that I can do
Ooh-ooh
Oh-oh