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 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 I should take an online class find something I'd like If I don't like anything, or anyone Will I ever learn to ride that bike I had mosquitoes eating my ego Making a feast of me, yeah Drink 'till I got fucked up, and then I'll swipe for love 'Cause that is all I need Who could predict the death of television Who could predict we'd put a man on 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 remain 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 have to go, I don't know A desert of these thoughts, now I'm alone, oh