My eyes hurt; they're aching with irratation,

There's happiness in my bones and a familiar indication.

My favorite TV show is on, man it's been a while.

Season two premieres tonight and I can't  help but smile.

With a click of a remote, I'm in a different world.

Whether it's by the side of a British detective, or in Gossip Girl.

Now I'm best friends with a hormonal werewolf, I'm the useless sidekick.

And I'm in love with the girl who wears way too much lpstick.

It's crazy, my eyes are glued and I'm easily sucked in.

To this TV show I just started watching, it's worse than heroin.

They're the root of my procrastination, the reason I don't get anything done.

I started this show today, and now it's half past one.

I start to move in closer, the protagonist is cornered.

But the sreen reads To Be Continued, and now my life is over.

Reality is back into vision, and my soul is sour.

Now I don't know if Grimes gets his neck devoured.