I miss it so much

Days turn to nights turn to weeks
turn paper into rocks into plastic
My material heart
How it keeps us apart

Watching days turn to nights turn to weeks
turn everything I got into techniques
My mechanical heart
How it tears me apart

I miss it so much
No button to touch
No dial to turn
No key to hold

I miss it so much
No button to touch
No flick of the switch
Hand on my heart

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