One year ago today I sent you a Christmas card..
I swore up and down that that would be the last
one I sent...
I texted you once and tweeted you twice and unfriended
you on Facebook. That last thing was kind of hard..
Then I took a walk to the neighborhood bar
,had a couple of beers and got bent.../
It's been a year
and that's a long time to wait for a return call...
you unfollowed me on twitter , never returned
my text...
you must have a new man by now, you must be having
a ball.../
It's just this thing called modern love
that I have to get used to...
So many electronic barriers...
So hard to get through to the real you...
This thing called modern love
means we never have to touch...
just a tap of a keyboard...
just a twist of a thumb though
couldn't mean as much.../
Some of your friends on Facebook and twitter
keep me up on where you go and what you do..
Sometimes I drive past your house and I get
a glimpse of a girl in tight jeans talking on a bluetooth
and sometimes I swear that it's you...
I was thinkin about sending you a Christmas card,
unlike the Christmas e-mails you used to send me..
I thought I might still have warm emotions for you...
but my heart is empty.../
It's just this thing called modern love
that I have to get used to...
So many electronic barriers...
So hard to get through to the real you...
This thing called modern love
means we never have to touch...
just a tap of a keyboard...
just a twist of a thumb though
couldn't mean as much.../
Where are you spending Christmas this year baby?...
I can't see your status update.
We don't follow each other on Twitter anymore
Can we just meet somewhere and talk
or is it too late?...
Seems like you could lose your toys for just a minute
and meet me under the mistletoe....
Oh that's right...We aren't speaking anymore...
So I'll guess that I'll just go.../
It's just this thing called modern love
that I have to get used to...
So many electronic barriers...
So hard to get through to the real you...
This thing called modern love
means we never have to touch...
just a tap of a keyboard...
just a strum of a thumb though
couldn't mean as much.../
Merry Christmas baby, If I don't hear from you!
I swore up and down that that would be the last
one I sent...
I texted you once and tweeted you twice and unfriended
you on Facebook. That last thing was kind of hard..
Then I took a walk to the neighborhood bar
,had a couple of beers and got bent.../
It's been a year
and that's a long time to wait for a return call...
you unfollowed me on twitter , never returned
my text...
you must have a new man by now, you must be having
a ball.../
It's just this thing called modern love
that I have to get used to...
So many electronic barriers...
So hard to get through to the real you...
This thing called modern love
means we never have to touch...
just a tap of a keyboard...
just a twist of a thumb though
couldn't mean as much.../
Some of your friends on Facebook and twitter
keep me up on where you go and what you do..
Sometimes I drive past your house and I get
a glimpse of a girl in tight jeans talking on a bluetooth
and sometimes I swear that it's you...
I was thinkin about sending you a Christmas card,
unlike the Christmas e-mails you used to send me..
I thought I might still have warm emotions for you...
but my heart is empty.../
It's just this thing called modern love
that I have to get used to...
So many electronic barriers...
So hard to get through to the real you...
This thing called modern love
means we never have to touch...
just a tap of a keyboard...
just a twist of a thumb though
couldn't mean as much.../
Where are you spending Christmas this year baby?...
I can't see your status update.
We don't follow each other on Twitter anymore
Can we just meet somewhere and talk
or is it too late?...
Seems like you could lose your toys for just a minute
and meet me under the mistletoe....
Oh that's right...We aren't speaking anymore...
So I'll guess that I'll just go.../
It's just this thing called modern love
that I have to get used to...
So many electronic barriers...
So hard to get through to the real you...
This thing called modern love
means we never have to touch...
just a tap of a keyboard...
just a strum of a thumb though
couldn't mean as much.../
Merry Christmas baby, If I don't hear from you!
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