The Death of Television Video (MV)

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 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 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 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