Whenever we're alone, You're talking on the phone; I seem to disappear.
Instead of having sex, You're reaching out to text; I wonder why I'm here.
An' do you feel an obligation To resolve this situation? No, no, no! No, no, no!
And if I start a conversation Do I get reciprocation? No, no, no! No, no, no!
All I get is static, An endless stream of words! All I get is static, An' still I go unheard! I tell ya that I'm done, I've had it, An' your response is automatic: All I get is... All I get is... All I get is static!
The pattern never fails: We kiss an' "You've got mail!"; Again I'm put on hold.
Your fingers on the keys Prefer their touch to me; The scene is getting old.
An' do you feel an obligation To resolve this situation? No, no, no! No, no, no!
And if I start a conversation Do I get reciprocation? No, no, no! No, no, no!
You're like a radio station Whose reception is erratic; I plead, I shout, you tune me out, Turn around an' gimme static!