Approachable (Chris W. Ryan Version)

Once in a while I blacken out my windows and roll a smoke Turn on the pc, watch the right-side pixels floating slowly at me Neon, lean on I swear days go past and eating mostly fast news so you won't see my image I'm approachable Damn, I was born in the wrong era Damn, I was born in the wrong era It's not a hard trick just log on sign up and beat them all with words No need for the weekend the light does not meet me I am locked up in my room And if you want to know where to find me its dark and deep I'm approachable Damn, I was born in the wrong era Damn, I was born in the wrong era One day you'll wake up and my face will be all over your television Orwellian rebellion I want to be Machiavellian Let's unite to create division It starts on screens and ends on streets (A known nose picker with laser point precision!) Damn, I was born in the wrong Era Damn, I was born in the wrong era I'm approachable I'm approachable At least I think I am At least my friends say I am I'm approachable I'm approachable At least I think I am At least my friends say I am I'm approachable I'm approachable At least I think I am At least my friends say I am I'm approachable I'm approachable I'm approachable I'm approachable Well, we all scream into the sea Hoping for a reaction Even though the truth is hard to come by With the millions of clicks And the dopamine fix That will settle your tics Like hearts in my hands Like hearts in my hands Hearts in my hands! Hearts in my hands! Hearts in my hands! Hearts in my hands! HEARTS IN MY HANDS!