So are you locked inside of this room? Trapped between the arms of your friends? Oh they’ll do. But they won’t fill you wanna be alone but together; proofread your conversations. What are you runnin from? Or is it someplace that you’re runnin to? I see it every day, swiping right past the point. What’s Mike from high school sayin? What won’t I believe next? Or are you just staring, hoping someone will bring you out there? If everything’s out there, why aren’t you? Conversation’s now courtesy. What dies first, your real life or your battery?