AFK

I remember how you looked on Skype
And the degree to which I wanted you
But now we're standing face to face
And it just doesn't feel the same
It's pretty odd, the magic's not there in real life

You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard

Away from QWERTYUIOP you look odd, a little bit unreal
I raise the selfie-stick and take a photo on the phone
As if to see ourselves framed in that familiar rectangle
Could make it all all right

You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard

In the good old days I would play such games with you
Like photoshopping semen all across your face on JPGs
But now in bed I'm obliged to make the stuff myself
No copy-paste to place it on your face
You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard

Theodor Adorno declared that in the end the soul itself
Is nothing more than our desire to have a soul
And so desire in our world of digital affairs
Is nothing more than desire for desire

You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard

I'm going back to the airport, don't try to stop me
This affair has not turned out as I imagined it was going to be
And when I'm home I'd hope that we could start again in our "real lives"

You're not to blame you're not the same away from the keyboard