Boonsri Dickinson - Too Much Screen Time lyrics

Dry eyes, The infinite search, Google this, Google that, Google docs, Track changes, Save history, Gmail message number 1,000, Gchat, Off the record. Three days, Late nights, Made the deadline. Today I stepped away, Wandered the streets, Wrote in this moleskin, While sipping on hot, burnt coffee, Handwritten thoughts, In purple ink. In this digital age, It's easy to forget, That I was born and raised in an age, Where trapper keepers bound together, Handwritten notes, The purest form of expressing, Those vague ideas that pop into my head, Where ever I am, Handwritten.