Boomerang Baby

She’s always bored although you know that she’s drowning in stimulation
She feels alone despite her many modern friendships and relations
It doesn’t matter what she knows, her phone enhances conversation
Just set the GPS to take her to a disample location
Unless it’s pictures of the click, she doesn’t care for politics
Yet she admires all the tricks that qualify a narcissist
She’s never dated anyone before a thuragh search of google
You wouldn’t catch her dead in church unless attending her own funeral
When everyone is at your finger tips and nobody’s recieving
True love is something that your grandma threw as food into believing
When everyone is at your fingertips and nobody’s recieving
True love is something that your grandma threw as food into believing
Turn back home now, Boomerang Baby
Turn off you phone now, Boomerang Baby
Turn back home now, Boomerang Baby
Turn off your phone now, Boomerang Baby
Turn back home now, Boomerang Baby