I have her picture
I have her email
Her heart at the tip of the keyboard
I have her face
And desire for her
Without ever having touched her
Should I save it
Or just leave it?
Apple*, it's a man and a woman
And it's all a program
An artificial sky
Apple, who turns me on and who leaves me
We love each other too quickly
Our lives, that's the virtual (potential)
She writes me
But my screen
Formats the feelings
But I imagine that a machine
Can only pretend
My goddess She**
Is not really real
Apple, it's a man and a woman
And it's all a program
An artificial sky
Apple, who turns me on and who leaves me
We love each other too quickly
That's lif--that's the potential (virtual)
A little love, copy-pasted
A little love, Apple C
A little love downloaded
A little love to save. to save.
But love is not virtual.
Apple, it's a man and a woman
And it's all a program
An artificial sky
Apple, who turns me on and who leaves me
We love each other too quickly
That's lif--that's the potential (virtual)
Should I save it
Or should I just leave it?