I wake up
And I've got nothing to do
The only thing that comes to mind
Is a picture
Of you
I'm a starving scroller
Thumb patroller
Full bipolar
High roller, bleeding at the door
To receive an order
Oh, beloved
My heart is yours
Until tomorrow
You are ignored
You're just my prop in the photo of life
So what good's a friend if they can't document your time?
(You have so much leisure time)
(Time in which you can do things you enjoy)
(Time in which you don't have to work)
(Let me show you a few things)
A picture, a click
Don't tell me I'm insane
The (gibberish) inside my brain
I'm a starving scroller
Thumb patroller
Full bipolar
High roller
Roller, roller, roller
Starving scroller (thumb patroller)
Starving scroller (thumb patroller)
Starving scroller (full bipolar)
Starving scroller (high roller)
Ah, beloved
My heart is yours
Until tomorrow
You are ignored
You're just my prop in the photoshop life
So what good's a friend if they can't document your time?
You are the star of my shadow show-and-tell
Mirroring decor on my digitized-self
(The choice is mine in the photo of a life)
Still by my side
Then I, I'll give you mine
(Eat it up!)
(One, two)
(One, two)
(One, two)
(One, two)