The state of power and pleasure, I get it less and less
The storyline is crumbling, my writing is a mess

Taking notes for an episode that's perfect just for me
I need a little bit extra to satisfy my needs

Going over cast members I'd like to tell goodbye
In between the sessions of dramatizing my own life

How many people watch me, I think I lose that fight
How many fucking takes does it take to act it right

Give me a few more episodes, I'll try to work it out
I need another season

My show stars
A soft and nervous layabout
Who cannot turn his life around
And he looks just like me
But it seems like bad TV

I know exactly what to say but just don’t know how to say it
I get excited when I'm talking to you, pause and play it

Tell me what to think and it’s gonna be okay
Be the writer of my show, take my weight away

Delivering lines with no conviction
No tale to be told, what a sad depiction

There’s nothing to work with so resort to fiction
I’m getting away

Running out of interest and not getting any back
We might have to cancel

My show stars
A soft and nervous layabout
who cannot turn his life around
And he looks just like me
Sometimes I wanna put my head through the fucking screen

Oh, he looked just like me
Just like me, just like me
My head is on the screen
Yeah he looked just like me