Man, I just—

I feel myself drifting away sometimes

I get like seasonal depression when I think too hard about

Where we are as humans or with technology

Though, I guess it's— it's important that I say something

In this love-hate relationship, heh, you feel me?

Uhhh, but, really though, like

What— what is the internet? We all carve out

Our little nest in its vast space

But, what the fuck is it? By definition it's, uh

Hold up, let me read this real quick

"A global computer network providing a variety of information

And communication facilities, consisting of interconnecting networks using" Yeah, so— so, basically

A tool of, information and communication, cool

Even though we don't use half of what's available to us

The internet for you could be something completely different than what it is for me

Even though, I don't even know what the fuck it is for me, either

I mean, I like to say it's a way for human beings

To communicate and be more connected, but, connected to what?

Our digital selves? These like false personas

We've created out of our inner narcissist

Where we sell our opinions and personal lives for reactions and

Self-gratification? It's like become a breeding ground

For fake news, cowards, and fuck boys, but

Whatever the fuck it is, I hate to say it

But I'm addicted

The internet is nothing more than just a dark hole that compliments my dark soul

A follow for a follow leaves the world blind in a repost

Going through withdrawals, I have to log in when I need dose

I want to wake up one morning and not feel the need to check my phone

Do I have to know everything? Probably not

But even when life's all peachy, I'm pale as an apricot

Plenty wishing they could have my spot

If they audition, they can have my socks

In fruition, fortified my thoughts

Not to mention all the things I've bought

Just to feel, just to feel like I'm super smashin', truthfully

I'm button-mashin'

Fuck a lot to feel I'm fastened, empty mornings

Nights of passion, unsustaining sex for confidence

Fond of it, swung the wand a bit, burned some bridges

Might have burned some monuments

Conversation, no common sense

Scrolling my news feed for false suspense

If my girlfriend's acting shady, should I check her Facebook?

Make sure them posts match up when she said she was at them places

Would I be any different than a country that spies on its citizens

As I plead for my innocence?

ADD, don't need Ritalin

Yeah