I feel I'm faked out, I feel it's wrong.
It seems so clever, it seems so strong.
Collision courses, rocking the boat,
Striking the substance, striking the note.
The button's broken, now it's alone.
Don't even dare to pick up the phone.
Sometimes it's funny, sometimes I go.
How does it matter, how do they know?
I only leave them with digital clues,
Wrapped in the plastic intelligent ,shades of, blues.
Electric kisses, electric smiles.
Retract the memories, out of the files.
I feel it's useless, I feel its glow,
There's nothing special, there's nothing to show.
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