Jacket On The Chair

My jacket is still draped on the back of your chair

A glowing screen reveals who is pretending to care

A coworker online is smiling for the story By a sink of

dirty dishes that belong to somebody

And you mean none of it Yeah you mean none of it

(no, no, no)

Under the CRT glow,

my heart is playing a game

A retro crush with a brand new name Let the record spin

beneath the flashing dome We're making history but we're never going home

Another empty smile in the digital light

We play our little parts in the middle of the night

No one wants to wash what they didn't even use Just another

little game we're both destined to lose

Under the CRT glow

(yeah,

yeah) Under the glow