Internet Cafe

Take a look at yourself, its crystal clear what you want, but not who you are yet

It's all a fantasy baby, kill time, jump from the Hollywood sign
Call her up on a Saturday night, talk shit about all your friends again

Internet cafe
Internet cafe
Internet cafe

I'm feeling nostalgia from things that never happened to me, I think this is all a dream
Talking to my plants as a form of reality, but it won't stop this feeling
Lately this world's felt like a movie and i'm just watching

It's all a fantasy baby, kill time, and fake your suicide
Call her up on a Saturday night, the numbers not recognised

Internet cafe
Internet cafe
Internet cafe