LCD

I breathe myself awake And then I wonder How he can touch me When we're miles apart I put my hand in mine And imagine how they'd fit if they were intertwined But it don't feel right If only I could touch him If only I could feel the warmth of his palm against my spine Then he'd finally feel like mine Mine Mine Your face is great and all But I'd rather touch your cheek than touch my telephone It means I'm all alone Talking is great and all But a 6x3 in LCD ain't what we need It's not meant for me It's not meant for you It's not meant for us It's not that I don't trust But this modern conversation Doesn't fit in my equation It's not you I'm just impatient And I'm sick and tired of waiting This distance that I'm hating Your face is great and all But I'd rather touch your cheek than touch my telephone It means I'm all alone Talking is great and all But a 6x3 in LCD ain't what we need It's not meant for me