It's gonna be ok.
Can’t afford another day,
At 50 bytes per second.

I’ve never seen your face,
I’ve never heard your voice.

But I think I like it,
When you instant message me,
With a promise.
I can feel it;
I can tell you're gonna be...
Just like me.

My eyes are gone with strain,
My heart is feeling pain,
At 50 beats per second.

I’ve never seen your eyes,
I’ve never heard your lies.

But I think I like it,
When you instant message me,
With a promise.
I can feel it;
I can tell you're gonna be...
Just like me.
Just like me.

You turn...
You turn...
You turn on me.