Why

Lyrics
You're gonna make me lonesome when you throw out that CD That biscuits the only link there ever was between you and me The format was fallible, on that we can agree No more physical reminders, now there's only memories That's right, even on our best days, there's only memories Let's throw out the old stuff so we can make room for new phones Which don't do what we want and never make us whole, but hey We'll never need shelves again and we might not even need a home We can all crash with our parents with our friends with our friends in rectangles Let's all aggregate some content with our friends in rectangles Aggregate! (Are you aggregating?) We won't consume classic media because it's only in SD But we'll fawn over cat videos on a teensy four-inch screen And when your parent's house burns down, yeah, when it all goes up in flames At least there's no more family albums, no, there's nothing much to save Besides the cat that you take pictures of there's nothing much to save Please don't let my art die It's about the only thing I did right with my life I tried so hard to be obscure to make the right people smile Please don't let my art die We can talk to people nearly halfway around the globe We can delete our contacts, run the jewels and watch the throne Or we can have a Skype date with someone we barely know And I can send virtual hugs while we all sleep alone I hope your choices keep you warm while we all sleep alone Goodnight!
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Credits
- Writers
- Marc With a C