Something has come between us And no, it ain't what you think This ain't a case of infidelity pushing me To the brink You're stuck inside a bidding war You're arguing over price You hardly even acknowledge my existence When you cradle your device Blue teeth, strained eyes you bite your lip And you bow your head I only wish you'd pay as much attention to me When we're in bed I mean, I'm wearing next to nothing I even put on a little spice I long for you to hold me in your arms But instead, you cradle your device I said come, “let's take a holiday Don't you think that would be nice?” I'll give you one more minute Well go on then, cradle your device Cradle your device