"I'll be right back," she said.
Two hours later she comes along.
And I'm still pretending I have something better to do.
Well there's no use in pretending, I'd rather be spending my time offline and faced with you.
Not long distance sending messages, ending face-to-face with you.
Why would I leave? Why would I leave you now?
"Three minutes to bed," is what she always tells me.
Put the time on the clock that ticks in my head.
Chit-chat, chit-chat, it's nothing but small talk.
But this talk is not cheap and it grows exponentially.
Why would I leave? Why would I leave you now?