Phobia

I love the night but not the stars

The fame suckers in their block-long cars

I fucking hate the internet

Five-star hotel and I don't feel well

I lost a night or maybe two

I think I'll cancel the honeymoon

I fucking hate the internet

Five-star hotel, I don't feel well

And I could use some healing soon

Before I lose all feeling soon

It may be rage or may be hope

I'm at the stage that I fear the most

I wanna know your phobia

Go on, press send, and we can make friends

I crossed a line a life ago

I might be dead but I just don't know

I'm shutting down the internet

Big shot hotel, I don't feel well

And I could use some healing soon

Before I lose all feeling soon

I get some pills but not some help

From love junkies in their private hell

I wanna know euphoria

Green light, red wine, and I don't feel fine

I lost a life a line ago

You might be here but I just don't know

This used to be the internet

Fat cat hotel, I don't feel well

And I could use some healing soon

Before I lose all feeling soon

I get the rage so live in hope

I'm on a stage and I just can't cope

You'll see this on the internet

Go on, press like, and make my clicks spike

I lost the plot or maybe two

Remind me who the fuck are you?

Why don't we hit the minibar?

Five-star hotel, I don't feel well

And I could use some healing soon

Before I lose all feeling soon