It's been seven hours since my phone's run out of power
And it feels nice, it feels nice
I was born a mess, but it has never been like this
No, not as bad, not as bad
I have lost all signal, and I wonder where you're hidden
Are you out? Are you having fun?
I guess that you're busy being more stubborn than the rest
'Cause that's my type, you're just my type
And I was signing out
And I was signing out as you signed in
And you were signing out
You're always signing out when I sign in
It's been several weeks since I have heard anyone speak
And it feels nice, yeah, it feels nice
You ask me how I'm doing, and I'll say I'm doing fine
'Cause I am always fine, it's always fine
And there will be a moment where we both pretend we're friends
And then I'll sigh and then you'll sigh
And you'll ask me if I'm seeing anyone, and I'll clear my throat
And say, "No one, no one that matters"
And I was signing out
And I was signing out as you signed in
And you were signing out
You're always signing out when I sign in
And I was signing out
And I was signing out as you signed in
And you were signing out
You're always signing out when I sign in
