Why we stopped writing I don't know
It feels like million years ago
Since I saw a letter by the door
Do you remember
When I didn't have to call?
I could just stop and knock the door
Say “hey I've missed you
And I was in the neighborhood”
Technology leads to hypocrisy
No one remembers any birthday
Or hangs a photo on the wall
Technology, it's fine but I believe
That we have gone a little colder
I need a shoulder to cry on
Tell me why this feels so wrong
Is this the life we really want?
This evolution
Or just a way to overdose?
The noise is always up in the air
I think my ears are not prepared
My head is spinning
Can’t even hear my thoughts
Technology leads to hypocrisy
No one remembers any birthday
Or hangs a photo on the wall
Technology, it's fine but I believe
That we have gone a little colder
I need a shoulder to cry on
Sometimes I feel like our lives
Are pre-designed by other minds
Don’t you think that this is scary?
And you could say I’m paranoid
But think about it, I’m not wrong
Just in case my phone is buried
Technology leads to hypocrisy
No one remembers any birthday
Or hangs a photo on the wall
Technology, it's fine but I believe
That we have gone a little colder
I need a shoulder to cry

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