Our love was meant for the computer screen
emails across the ocean’s green screen
we’ve seen things we could never be
til you wrote: Dear Pete.
Now when I see your name
I hit unfriend and delete.
Cause just like the internet
we’re a web of lies half truths compromise
interface eyesight where I hide.
We’re not robots but we’re not human either
we spend less time on people than the computer
we’re not robots but we’re not human either
as chat sites have replaced this stage
as this human theater.
So God bless Thomas Edison God bless Bill Gates
cause never was our love in a better place
but even when interfacing
love’s a bug you can’t defeat
and when I see your name
I hit delete.