Something has come between us
And no, it ain’t what you think
This ain’t a case of infidelity pushing me
to the brink
You’re stuck inside a bidding war
You’re arguing over price
You hardly even acknowledge my existence
When you cradle your device
Blue teeth, strained eyes you bite your lip
And you bow your head
I only wish you’d pay as much attention to me
When we’re in bed
I mean, I’m wearing next to nothing
I even put on a little spice
I long for you to hold me in your arms
But instead, you cradle your device
I said come, “let’s take a holiday
Don’t you think that would be nice?”
I’ll give you one more minute,
Well go on then, cradle your device
Cradle your device
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