I live for Wi-Fi
My music's hi-fi
I'm convinced I won't die
I've friends on the network
Nice guy, but a real jerk
I rarely cry, but when I do it hurts
I'm so loved, yet so alone
So much to do, the choice is gone
I'm right here, and yet miles from where I want
I am a modern man
I am a modern boy
And, occasionally, more of a
Postmodern android
In a world full of green
And a world full of grey
The concrete crushes my soul
And yet it's where I choose to stay
