I think the television
Is trying to tell us something
The sitcoms been replaced with reality
But it's as scripted
As the lines you're delivering
You don't need me
It just helps you find meaning
I guess that this is love
In the age of absurdity
Reads like a black comedy
You're never coming home
Are you ever coming home?
I think your social network
Is trying to sell you something
Reconstruct your identity
Through collected friends
And directed advertising
You should know by now
Lost girls don't find
Themselves overseas
You can never go back to young and free
Just tell story through laptop screens
You've never coming home
Are you ever coming home?
I believe in omens, chance, and clichés
An age old adage says you can never go home again