If my face was a screen
Maybe then I'd feel seen
But my touch don't fill you up with dopamine
My body's made of driftwood
Mismatched boards and rusty nails
My heart is burning oil just to beat

If i came with applications
To give you instant gratification
Maybe then you could never put me down
So ill fight for your attention
Every like and every mention
Hope that next year you will still keep me around

My soul is tired and old
Run on heat from soot and coal
But these tracks are the only home I know
Melt the skin from off my bones
Walk the wires for telephones
Through cyber spaces colder than December snow

If my mouth was a TV
Maybe then someone would hear me
Its like screaming under water trying to feel
But I'll never be the same
Lace my boots with pain and shame
Never knowing what the **** is ever real