Pixels

Intro

Lights up.

Camera clicks.

You love the view, don't you?

Go ahead, look.

Verse 1

A digital doll in your little machine,

The prettiest thing that you ever have seen.

You ping my phone with a "What are you doing?"

But it's only the ghost of a thrill you are pursuing.

"Send me a video," "Show me a sign,"

You want the aesthetic, you want what is mine.

But you only love me in pix-els and frames,

When the sun comes up, you forget all our games.

Chorus

Yes, I am nude under all of your eyes,

A beautiful statue you want to privatize.

You crave the body, you worship the skin,

But lock the door so the heart can't get in!

Lust me in high-def, stream me all night,

But you run away when the feelings get bright.

How tragic, how chic, how beautifully cold,

A prize to be looked at, but never to hold.

Verse 2

"Are you awake? Send a picture for me."

You treat my affection like it should be free.

A luxury brand that you wear for an hour,

Stripping the petals but killing the flower.

You want the glamour, the gloss on the lip,

The light in the frame and the style of the clip.

But a real conversation? You click and you delete.

You want me online, but not on your street.

Bridge

Flash! Ah. Look at the frame.

Flash! Ah. Remember my name?

You think that you own me because you can see?

Darling, the canvas is smarter than the thief.

You pop the champagne, you stare at the art,

But you're too damn afraid of a person with a heart.

Chorus

Yes, I am nude under all of your eyes,

A beautiful statue you want to privatize.

You crave the image, the glow of the skin,

But lock the door so the heart can't get in!

Watch me in high-def, stream me all night,

But you run away when the feelings get bright.

How tragic, how chic, how beautifully cold,

A prize to be looked at, but never to hold.

Outro

No more pictures.

No more clips.

The gallery is closed.

Bye.