| I spend too much time on my phone
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| So I force myself to practice ukulele, oh
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| And I buy too much stuff on Amazon
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| So I force myself to sing a song that I love, so much
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| Who have I become?
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| I’m getting angry at someone
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| Who commented on some stupid thing I read
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| When did I decide to pull
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| The wool over my eyes and feel
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| So comfortable playing dead?
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| My brain is a computer, and I think it’s been hacked
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| My brain a computer, and I’d like to have it back
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| After all that’s said and done, I fear I’m not the only one
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| My brain is a computer, and I think it’s been hacked
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| I eat too much junk, but it’s so fast and sweet and cheap
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| And I breathe too much smog, but I love this city
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| And I swear that she loves me
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| What have I become? |
| I’m disappearing in the sun
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| And overhearing music that I kind of hate
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| I’m consuming, and I’m glib about the way I choose to live
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| But I’m not making choices, I’m making mistakes
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| My brain is a computer, and I think it’s been hacked
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| My brain a computer, and I’d like to have it back
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| After all that’s said and done, I fear I’m not the only one
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| My brain is a computer, and I think it’s been hacked
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh |