Press send.

We seem to get along so well
Next thing you’re texting on your phone and I’m back on the shelf
But I want you all to myself
Can’t stand your likes on random photos of somebody else
I guess that I’m in part to blame
‘Cause I’m not on that shit all of the time anyways and
Your excuses are so lame
For not wanting to see my face

Loving doesn’t feel as real on the telephone
Texting for hours and I still feel so alone
Don’t see you grabbing a tissue as I serenade
But I think that I kinda miss you and the way you taste

(Way you taste)

I kinda miss you

Loving doesn’t feel as real on the telephone
Texting for hours and I still feel so alone
Don’t see you grabbing a tissue as I serenade
But I think that I kinda miss you and the way you taste

There’s something missing between us
When I press send
Now I just stare at your picture and just pretend
I just pretend