you look so pretty on my screen
lighting up my dark room
hooked again, it's after ten
again
begins the diurnal gloom
I really should sleep soon
lying awake to the illusion
lying to myself, under this neon
sky
I really should escape this self-made prison
you looked pretty on my screen
but my room's gone dark
I finally close my eyes,sixteen
past four
but you'll still lurk