I remember how you looked on Skype And the degree to which I wanted you But now we're standing face to face And it just doesn't feel the same It's pretty odd, the magic's not there in real life You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard Away from QWERTYUIOP you look odd, a little bit unreal I raise the selfie-stick and take a photo on the phone As if to see ourselves framed in that familiar rectangle Could make it all all right You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard In the good old days I would play such games with you Like photoshopping semen all across your face on JPGs But now in bed I'm obliged to make the stuff myself
No copy-paste to place it on your face You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard Theodor Adorno declared that in the end the soul itself Is nothing more than our desire to have a soul And so desire in our world of digital affairs Is nothing more than desire for desire You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard I'm going back to the airport, don't try to stop me This affair has not turned out as I imagined it was going to be And when I'm home I'd hope that we could start again in our "real lives" You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard