Who Watches the Watchmen?

appear distracted 
the only way to move on 
so much to flee from 
lets call me bitter and old 
250 milligrams of escape 
more weeks of tv 
as someone forgets my name 
a brand new diet 
a weeks vacation i saved 
i'd better settle for settling 
in you'll see me happy 
when all the bastards are dead 
when counting heartbeats 
means i am still alive 

and all of a sudden this 
insight crashes down 
i'm all out of memories 
they somehow wore out 

who watches watchmen? 
who takes control of your life?
 so much to choose from 
that i've got no choices left 
stay well-behaved and 
be good looking when you mourn 
all with a surface 
but certainly no within talk of progression no matter how hard you try 
this disillusion will most likely get you too 
you'll see me happy when all the bastards are dead
 when counting heartbeats means i've not given in