You had to be eighteen to enter, but I pressed the button anyway No one's really watching, it'll be okay, I'm just some digits in space Momentary paranoia quickly drifts away
And soon the endorphins are flowing from the simulated sex A love affair, an addiction A direction, an affliction A repetition that makes me feel safe Who needs a girlfriend or a boyfriend when you get what you want from this place?
But ten years pass and the afterglow is fading fast Should I go again? Should I phone a friend? Should I put on a movie and hope that I drift off well before it ends? What a loaded spring I am My neck aches, and my back hurts And I wish there was somebody else
But then I'd be afraid that I'll hurt you 'Cause we just don't feel the same Or worse, you'll reject me And I'll go back to where I came from Picking the egg off my face
But ten years go by so fast I should take my foot off the gas I should settle, I should pass I should look for the people on the other side of the screen Are they being harassed? You should tie me to the mastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
