Reasoning - You've Got Mail Lyrics

Ya da da da da da da
Talk a lotta blah blah blah
Catch a lotta pieces for you
Callin' now I need you come through
Whether you're trying to get sober or building a picket fence
Anxiety or never melting obstacles will leave your shit defense
Less testing my reception; all we all want to know is if we have got connection
When we do then we make a call
Same room, or maybe just across the hall
Cellular respiration not as pertinent as relaxation
Twenty-first century merry-go-round
We all run
We all cry
We all drown
We all want someone there to hopefully hold us down
In the end: we say that we're all hopeless
But God knows that it will never leave us jokeless
Ya da da da da da da
Talk a lotta blah blah blah
Catch a lotta pieces for you
Callin' now I need you come through
Sunrise and sunset; another day gone
Another day lived via screen of a phone
It's all love, Mike Jones said it besting
Looking too far forward the sobriety can get intense
Is this us? Is this what we are
So goddamn invested that we never leave it far
Red fingerprints from murder of oneself
So much on the internet there's barely any left
Keep our hands so rarely out of touch
Hardly ever see the black mirror that is clutched
We could never leave it sitting on the shelf
Surprise devices without hardy reflections of ourselves
And if it ever comes a time on which we drop it this is fact
That we always hope and pray it landed on its back
Guerrilla (Gorilla) four (for) the way we speak and if they ever stacked
Self confidence would sadly always be the second crack
Ya da da da da da da
Talk a lotta blah blah blah
Catch a lotta pieces for you
Callin' now I need you come through