When you would glance at me all silent
I would always wonder why
You had these boxes picked and tossed me
In the one that don't apply
Here I can not see through
Nah Nah Oh Oh
I don't believe you
Pretty can't feed you
Nah
But I know
You don't
Feel these
Internet blues
I'm on
My phone
You give me
Internet blues
I get caught in conversations
Which I know we'll never have
And I'm so tangled there's no angle
To just safely walk on out
Oh my thoughts the issue
Now Now Oh Oh
And I don't believe you
How you just withdrew
Now
But I know
You don't
Feel these
Internet blues
I'm on
My phone
You give me
Internet blues
Hopes flying high in the wind
How could you not feel a thing?
I lay in the way it will be
Just wish you would sing one for me
