When you would glance at me all silent I would always wonder why You had these boxes picked and tossed me In the one that don't apply Here I can not see through Nah Nah Oh Oh I don't believe you Pretty can't feed you Nah But I know You don't Feel these Internet blues I'm on My phone You give me Internet blues I get caught in conversations Which I know we'll never had And I'm so tangled there's no angle To just safely walk on out Oh my thoughts the issue Now Now Oh Oh And I don't believe you How you just withdrew Now But I know You don't Feel these Internet blues I'm on My phone You give me Internet blues Hopes flying high in the wind How could you not feel a thing? I lay in the way it will be Just wish you would sing one for me