Of Yesteryear
Remember when we used to laugh at the girls
That thought that they run the world
How they deserved our scold
I guess that now we are no better
Than all attention whores
And filthy people of sorts
That is how our brains work
I am connected to this network
Of those meaningless words
Where I'll have to be heard
Or else I'll become a blur
Nothing's ever good enough
But I'll have to say I'm OK
Or else I'll ruin your day
In this mess that I've created
Craving to be validated
I will send you my dick pic
Just to keep you agitated
There's something deep inside of me
That I cannot let go set free
I cannot waste any more space
I cannot let you have a taste
It's funny how I feel I tasted your spit
Yet in the physical world
You are no more than a click
Empiricism's just a word
And it means nothing to me
Yet I need to feel your touch
To be complete
I keep on
Needing
You keep on
Delivering
Just giving
And receiving
We are locked
In blind transmitting
When I will see your face
Will it feel the same way
Will that satisfy me
Enough to put my gun away
That thought that they run the world
How they deserved our scold
I guess that now we are no better
Than all attention whores
And filthy people of sorts
That is how our brains work
I am connected to this network
Of those meaningless words
Where I'll have to be heard
Or else I'll become a blur
Nothing's ever good enough
But I'll have to say I'm OK
Or else I'll ruin your day
In this mess that I've created
Craving to be validated
I will send you my dick pic
Just to keep you agitated
There's something deep inside of me
That I cannot let go set free
I cannot waste any more space
I cannot let you have a taste
It's funny how I feel I tasted your spit
Yet in the physical world
You are no more than a click
Empiricism's just a word
And it means nothing to me
Yet I need to feel your touch
To be complete
I keep on
Needing
You keep on
Delivering
Just giving
And receiving
We are locked
In blind transmitting
When I will see your face
Will it feel the same way
Will that satisfy me
Enough to put my gun away
Credits
Writer(s): Bartosz Urban
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