C Am
My cellular phone
Em Em
Fused with my skin and my bones
C Am
These days I feel like a drone
Em Em
Talking through my microphone
C
But my friends don't do it like me
Am
My friends don't live life to the beat
Em
My friends don't wanna see it like me
G
My friends might be
G
My friends might be
C Am
All my friends are robots
Em
They got real jobs
G
They can't turn off
Someone set me free
C Am
Cause all my friends are robots
Em
They got real jobs
G
They can't turn off