I live my life in 15 minute moments,
In taxis and in Ubers, on bus rides,
Looking at photos of my friends kids,
Giving my heart, one tap at a time.
I’m sorry but I don’t have time to talk,
Text me and I’ll text you back next week,
I hide behind my electronic wall,
Analysing every word I speak.
Come and sit beside me in this taxi,
So I can text you everything I’m feeling,
My leg and your leg touch but I’m so lonely,
Posting up a perfect picture of our evening.
The memories are slippery in my fingers,
These photographs that tell a thousand lies,
I only recognise you from your picture.
I’ve forgotten the colour of your eyes.