Sitting in a cloudy gray
The soft light spilling in gives me something to say
With open doors to feel the sound
I feel at home somewhere but it's not in this town
I feel the wires disconnect
(You don't want that do you?)
Tear the phone from my eyes and throw it on the bed
(Oh won't they hate you...)
(If you're not there to...)
Why am I obligated, to partake in
This voluntary show?
We put ourselves on display
Day after day
In the hopes that they'll all see
Who we'd rather be
No wonder we're so anxious, we broadcast our every move
We're just animals, our social batteries need to recharge
It's hard to move
When you spend your time guessing what everyone's thinking of you
But I still think we're here
To save each other
More connected than ever
We share growing pains on a global scale
With a generations worth of anxiety
We can join hands in our shared paralyses