The Death Of Tv

Who could predict the death of television
I didn’t like me, when I was in a developmental stage
But you loved me, so much I’d forget about my rage
I had mosquitoes eating my ego
Making a feast of me, yeah
I’d some ‘till I was burnt out
The fog has cleared now
I see what change means
Who could predict the death of television
Who could predict we’d put a man on [C7]the moon
Who could predict that I'd love you
‘Cause I love nobody, but you’re so fucking cute, woah
Who could predict I’d now love you
Maybe [Am]I should take an online class find something I’d like
If I don’t like [F]anything, or anyone
Will I ever learn to [C7]ɾide that bike
I had mosquitoes eating my [A]ego
Making a feast of me, yeah
Drink ‘till I got [Fm7]fucked up, and [Bm]then I'll swipe for [Dm7]love
‘Cause that is all [Em]I need
Who could predict the death of television
Who could predict we’d put a man on [C7]the moon
Who could predict that I'd love you
‘Cause I love nobody, but you’re so fucking cute, woah
Who could predict I’d now love you
Who could predict this world could change
The people I know ɾemain the same, yeah
Stuck in a developmental stage
Who could predict that, oh babe
Who could predict that, no
Who could predict
Who could predict that
Why’d you [A7have to [C7]go, I don’t know
A desert of these thoughts, now I’m alone, oh