I thought I wanted you back But I see, we were never involved I thought I was keeping track But I lost all sense of control I found a world in my hand Is it real? Or am I losing my head? The screen is calling me back Should I go? Or should I carry alone? I'm living in a museum So jealous of my friends on the walls We haven't got an idea Of who listens to our desperate calls We're all devoted the same But I still feel it's always my fault The screen is calling me back Should I go? Or should I carry alone? ♪ We've been living in a museum Stay behind the dotted line ♪ Swear I was keeping track But I lost the upper hand Obsession burning so slow Do I dare think of anyone else? This world I got in my hand Scrolling through, letting go of my health The screen is calling me back Should I go?