You go home after work all day.
Horrendous traffic jams are where you wait.
And all you want is to log on
to see what she commented on.
You throw your keys haphazardly,
turn on the lights and then the screen.
And the contrast blinds momentarily,
but you'll feel at home soon.
Because we are made of electricity.
And the spark that binds you and me
can be felt over a thousand miles
You can feel it when she smiles
Or when you receive an orangered before you go to sleep.
Your heart it bleeds on the beds of the keys
In a subreddit or IRC.
And your love grows thick, so you arrange to meet
to fill in the gaps, found in your dreams.
Nervous? Sure, you're supposed to be.
"The love of my life. Right here next to me?"
But you stay the course, because you've gotta know.
If you turn back now, you'll never see how things would go.
Crazy how love does transcend.
Ethereal, the signals sent
travel though a series of tubes.
And your love finds who it's supposed to.
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