Replace my lips with complex machines
Replace my tongue with words on a screen
Can we talk?
Where'd you go?
What's so funny?
I wanna talk but not right now.
Leave me here in the digital dust with my analog thoughts.
I'm just a fossilized dinosaur.
What's your story?
Can we meet?
Can you show me?
I don't even know if this is real.
It's like holding a cloud of smoke.
Why can't we stop asking questions and get to the point of no return?
Push those digits.
I'm afraid of losing touch; losing faith in a hookup.
Red and green.
Stop and go.
There's a fever.
Blood is boiling; temps are rising.
I'm a live wire.
Moan for the moonlight.
Long for the bedroom eyes.
Dig me up from the dirt, of an age when we would talk and touch with the ones we trusted and loved.
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