You’re gonna make me lonesome when you throw out that CD

That biscuits the only link there ever was between you and me

The format was fallible, on that we can agree

No more physical reminders, now there’s only memories

That’s right, even on our best days, there’s only memories

Let’s throw out the old stuff so we can make room for new phones

Which don’t do what we want and never make us whole, but hey

We’ll never need shelves again and we might not even need a home

We can all crash with our parents with our friends with our friends in rectangles

Let’s all aggregate some content with our friends in rectangles

Aggregate!

(Are you aggregating?)

We won’t consume classic media because it’s only in SD

But we'll fawn over cat videos on a teensy four-inch screen

And when your parent’s house burns down, yeah, when it all goes up in flames

At least there’s no more family albums, no, there’s nothing much to save

Besides the cat that you take pictures of there’s nothing much to save

Please don't let my art die

It's about the only thing I did right with my life

I tried so hard to be obscure to make the right people smile

Please don't let my art die

We can talk to people nearly halfway around the globe

We can delete our contacts, run the jewels and watch the throne

Or we can have a Skype date with someone we barely know

And I can send virtual hugs while we all sleep alone

I hope your choices keep you warm while we all sleep alone

Goodnight!