Google steps into my life way too often
It's scaring the crap right out of me
But at the same time I couldn't care less
See, what's the point of privacy?
The memories you tell yourself
Or is it someone else narrating?
This might sound a little paranoid
At least it kinda does to me
But I can't help but feel
What I can see is not that far
How would I know?
I don't know!
No need to know
Or speculate
Still I suspect
Still I suspect
Ooh
Still I suspect
Wish I had something to say
I wish you'd texted me a little sooner
We would go out for a ride
We'd be friends just like before
Things got a little out of hand
But oh oh oh
I don't really wanna kno-o-ow
What you've been up to of late
Or who've you been hanging out with
And ooh ooh ooh
Even if I think of you
I'd much rather just getcha out of my head
Put on my Descendents tape
