You know the moon on Saturday night
I mean the real one, I mean the real one
You know the stars, the Twin Towers
The ones that don't exist anymore, the ones that don't exist anymore
And if I talk to you about soccer
And if I play the banjo a little
You say I'm depressed, that I don't fit in
But if I take you to the woods
You tell me take me downtown
Because there's no signal there, then you freak out like last time
We're the selfie army
Of those who tan with the iPhone
But we don't have contacts anymore
Only likes on another post
I miss you in the flesh
Of the things I don't have, don't have, don't have
You know the night on Saturday night
I mean the dark one, I mean the dark one
You know the people who run in underwear
You say they don't exist anymore, you say they don't exist anymore
And if I talk to you about sex
You say I'm depressed, that I don't fit in
But if I take you to the park
You tell me take me downtown
Because there's no signal there, then you freak out like last time
We're the selfie army
Of those who tan with the iPhone
But we don't have contacts anymore
Only likes on another post
I miss you in the flesh
Of the things I don't have, don't have, don't have
We're the selfie army
Of those who tan with the iPhone
But we don't have contacts anymore
Only likes on another post
I miss you in the flesh
Of the things I don't have, don't have, don't have