Phobia

I love the night, but not the stars The fame suckers in their block-long cars I fucking hate the internet Five-star hotel, and I don't feel well I lost a night or maybe two I think I'll cancel the honeymoon I fucking hate the internet Five-star hotel, I don't feel well And I could use some healing soon Before I lose all feeling soon It may be rage or maybe hope I'm at the stage that I fear the most I wanna know your phobia Go on, press send, and we can make friends I crossed a line a life ago I might be dead, but I just don't know I'm shutting down the internet Big shot hotel, I don't feel well And I could use some healing soon Before I lose all feeling soon I get some pills, but not some help From love junkies in their private hell I wanna know euphoria Green light, red wine, and I don't feel fine I lost a life a line ago You might be here, but I just don't know This used to be the internet Fat cat hotel, I don't feel well And I could use some healing soon Before I lose all feeling soon Whoa, I get the rage, so live in hope I'm on a stage and I just can't cope You'll see this on the internet Go on, press like and make my clicks spike I lost the plot or maybe two Remind me, who the fuck are you? Why don't we hit the minibar? Five-star hotel, I don't feel well And I could use some healing soon Before I lose all feeling soon