I'm on the Net so you can't get through --
not like you'll ever call again,
I'm afraid. This screen will have to do.
I got wired to purge my memory of you.
The modem blocks the silence, waiting in vain.
I'm on the Net so you can't get through.
Servers fail me, the promised slew
of images crawl down frame by frame.
I'm afraid this screen will have to do.
I search all the engines for you
and relax, knowing here you have no domain.
I'm on the Net so you can't get through --
I'm saving to buy an upgrade or two,
until I have a system that can take the strain
I'm afraid this screen will have to do.
I keep crashing on what I'm connected to:
it reminds me of you, a virtual pain.
I'm on the Net so you can't get through.
I'm afraid. This screen will have to do.