End of An Aura

The cost of convenience is we’ll never see a moment again
The cost of convenience is our dim dead attention spans
Under my breath I ask: Did you lose your interest in me yet?
Not yet! Not yet!
In Maine we laughed and we loved as if we were best friends
And I know when I’m old down and out that I’ll count on you then
But after the tears why is it that we posted them on the web?
Dying to be noticed
When you sleep, babe, I look at you
I hope your ears ring with my voice
It sucks I jump I think I always hear
That «I'm loved» ringing noise
No one wants to be alone
Well now you’ll never be alone
But they don’t care when you cry
I don’t care when you cry
No one cares when you cry
Because of convenience we got to the theatre on time
We didn’t have to plan ahead or wait in the line
But during the show your hips would glow
Now your palm has got your eyes