I thought I wanted you back
But I see, we were never involved
I thought I was keeping track
But I lost all sense of control
I found a world in my hand
Is it real? Or am I losing my head?
The screen is calling me back
Should I go? Or should I carry alone?
I'm living in a museum
So jealous of my friends on the walls
We haven't got an idea
Of who listens to our desperate calls
We're all devoted the same
But I still feel it's always my fault
The screen is calling me back
Should I go? Or should I carry alone?
We've been living in a museum
Stay behind the dotted line
Swear I was keeping track
But I lost the upper hand
Obsession burning so slow
Do I dare think of anyone else?
This world I got in my hand
Scrolling through, letting go of my health
The screen is calling me back
Should I go?
