You're
coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before.
You're caught up in an argument.
And you're so lost in modern art.
You will lose it all.
And you will find again.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.
S.O.S. texted from a cell phone?
Please tell me I'm not the only one,
that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously,
Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose.
Talk is cheap.
And it doesn't mean much.
Don't lose touch.
Don't lose touch.
I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch.
Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there's something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea.
I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch, and it's obvious
_Don't Lose Touch, Against me.
I've lost touch.
But a phone call changed that today.
I feel the need to write again.. The want.
I forgot the sound of the wind traveling through the leaves
and branches, of fall. I forgot the sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet, of
silence and nature. I couldn’t tell if the person ahead was walking toward or
away from me. I was distracted, I lost touch.
I couldn’t hear because of the swarms of hundreds of people
buzzing around me, the earbuds in head, the cell phones…
So I went out when no one was there. The outside never
looked so peaceful.
But only here…
I went near my room and I heard the buzz of electricity, no
leaves, no wind.
I forgot
I got caught up in things that I didn’t care about before
when I thought I knew what mattered. I realized today what I was missing. I’m
back and my perspective is adjusted. A single phone call can remind you of what
you’re forgetting, what you’ve lost touch of.
There’s so much going on outside these lines.
We’re so much more than boarders on a map.
Yet it seems to control what we see.
I want out of this bubble, this shelter, because I lost
touch. I got lost in the swarm
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