This is bad
What a way to spend a day, staring at a screen
Oh, me
And all the while, lit up faces come and fade
Staring back at me like, "Oh, please"
It's burning through my eyes
Don't look deeper still
Bedrooms have that hotel sheen
And I can't sleep
Lit-up faces call to me
They say, "Try
But oh, please
Don't look into my eyes
Don't look into my eyes."
I could draw the room in which you were sitting
In the pattern on the chair
Did you move back to the city to put your clothes on?
Were you scared? Digital lasts forever but you won't, I won't
Devil-may-care so...
Don't look into my eyes
What a way to spend a day, staring at a screen
Oh, me
This is bad