We hangout remotely with pretend friends We share these moments all alone We strive for virtue virtually Self-promoting these stage clothes We search for soul in every blue forgotten room And they won't know us at all Once a moment of nostalgia Now forms a sharp repressing cast Abstraction evolves from past lives renewed Through change in latitude we leave behind empathy Darling, you know me But I don't know you at all Fifteen minutes of fame (all day long) Self-image we created (self-delusion) Fingertips paint the screen My children will have to teach me And I won't know them at all In solitude we long for union In union we sell for collected change But how will I miss you if you won't go away? Darling, you know me But I don't know you at all No longer intimate No longer physical So I don't know you at all Hello. These are the things left behind in your wake: distraction, disconnection, conformity, waste, irrelevance, debt, narcissism, regret, disease, isolation, and bodies