Fake Book

We met in real life, AKA Face-to-Face Book

Somethin fishy, wasn't sushi, cuz it tasted pretty cooked

Now were just fake friends

Couldn't take the straight look

Bet you thought it was the chorus,

Bet you thought it was the hook

Really I'm just proud of you for thinking

That's quite a step up from just

Blinking and drooling 

Over Facebook pages

Probably haven't faced a book in ages

Still caught in that "See spot run"

faze, that is until bout three ocklock sunday

That's when she saw me, without a title

Or a status, 

Tried to post a caption, 

Ended up spilling her baggage

But I was logged off of fake-book

I didn't see the post

Without my wifi game in line

You'd think I was a ghost

Permanently, stuck in this murderous corrupt

3 dimensional muck

And so I asked her "What's up?"

But she was so complacent in her world wide gaze

Couldn't tell If I was real, and so my image starts to fade

Maybe she'll try to add me, tag me

Poke me, stab me, 

anything she fancy

Feeling kinda chancy

My connection wasn't routed

So I spit rainbows in flows

Just like a multi-colored fountain.

No message was received

She was given time to grieve

Tried relieve me of my symptoms

But her attempts were reprieved

My server wasn't plugged in

So when you cut my veins I bleed

Bloody fits instead of megabits

Is leaking out my sleeves

She said that 3D was no reality for she

She needs a screen to see her dreams on

While she's bursting at the seem

All the sudden the computer screen in front of her eyes

Shattered, revealing a thousand lies

And what mattered she despised

Because her life was nothing 

But an automated response

activated by a button

All the files were corrupted, abruptly

I was considered lucky

To have rode in with no modem

So when the totem poll collapsed 

I wasn't hopeless in the open

I'm coping with this moment

As I'm coasting with the motion

Fake book dot com, whats all the commotion?