| Hurt head, addicted to the picture screen |
| Still here, so give me the stars at least |
| I don’t know how to talk to you |
| So please don’t make me see you in the real world |
| Brag about me to everyone, you know me well |
| Just by a smile, a look, a pose, sensational |
| Make assumptions, allude to nothing but time will tell |
| The parallel |
| I don’t know how to talk to you |
| So please don’t make me see you |
| I know too much about you |
| So please don’t make me see you |
| I’ve never really liked you |
| So please don’t make me see you in the real world |
| It felt so safe, together as children then |
| Now, spies, secretly shadowing |
| Through windows of light |
| I want to connect and see flesh to flesh |
| I’m dying from disconnection |
| Brag about me to everyone, you know me well |
| Just by a smile, a look, a pose, sensational |
| Make assumptions, allude to nothing but time will tell |
| The parallel |
| I don’t know how to talk to you |
| So please don’t make me see you |
| I know too much about you |
| So please don’t make me see you |
| I’ve never really liked you |
| So please don’t make me see you in the real world |
| In the real world, |
| You can find me on backpage. |