I’m Wireless

Everyday is an onslaught, I can't stop the rampage
They bombard my inbox and dominate my landscape
Some come from friends other ones come from fanbase
They want something uncomplicated but it translates
To minute after minute of simulated handshakes
Diplomatic explanations that I can't make it
On that particular incredible events date
I hunt and peck and click send until my hands ache
And on the other hand, I can tell there's the same deal
Send, reply, send, reply
How's the brain feel?
[?] when the messages reveal
What percentage of my life was spent checkin' email
God, I love these wireless devices but why're there
So many eff'n wires in my life
If it's wireless, how come I'm still insecure if I forget my charger, I mean umbilical cord
And how's it gotten so pathetic where I
Fall asleep clutchin' to my phone like a teddy bear?
Technology's great but parts of it aren't as cool
Everytime I try to save, my startup disc is almost full
I should probably buy another 150 gigabytes
But meanwhile, move file, empty trash, hope I did it right
I'm not a Luddite but it is it really crazy
That I, hope I'm not online when I'm 80?
The wires make me furious, the Gmail makes me go wild
But do I have the courage to delete my Facebook profile?
Of course not! Look at all the data I've acquired with it
I have to have it everywhere I'm at because I'm wireless