Throw your arms up
And talk to the weather with your eyes shut
It ain’t getting better but it might stop
And that’s worth praying for
Like the weekends
Still tired from jumping in the deep end
Fake conversation with your real friends
Now that’s worth waiting for
And we’ve all got phones but we don’t talk anymore
Because this hell we’re living in just gets bigger
I’ve been stood here withering far too long
And if god writes fiction, go figure
It’s too strange a plot to all be wrong
Well you could go insane
Trying to look for love on a commuter train
Find a young romantic of the olden days
Now that’s worth living for
And it makes no sense
So the world goes digital and what then?
Talking to strangers while you lay in bed
Add them to your total score
With their heads all hung on the wall like carnivores
If you want my best advice just keep breathing
I know i sound so cynical in all my songs
But when God writes fiction just keep reading
It’s too strange a plot to all be wrong.
