Feeling alone once again
Stare at my phone
Lie on the bed
Thinking about you instead
Of all the shit that needs to get done
Look at the last words you said
And wonder if I still have a chance
I'd rather call you than text
You seem uncomfortable with that
On second thought
I'd agree
We've only just met and it's nearly three
Am I into you or just your image on a screen?
We are the distracted age
And we're all but one
Remember us in the new year
When it comes
Walking to class once again
Wrapped in my coat
Cause it's fucking cold
I've got the music plugged in
Finally checking out The Strokes
I stop at the coffee shop
It's not the best
But it wakes me up
All of the students walking underneath the arch
We are the distracted age
And we're all but one
Remember us in the new year
When it comes
We are the distracted age
And we're all but one
Remember us in the new year when it comes
Remember us in the new year when it comes
Remember us in the new year when it comes