I held a man who after sex,
wouldn't let me leave the bed.
It felt like something that I'd heard.
I guess we're living in a lonely world
After all, I found him in a box.
One with choice, but we chose each other.
Through the phone glow, he found me.
Because of the phone glow, we pretended
He walked out the door, his shell I had known.
I lay there in bed - alone.
I heard a bell, it drew me in.
A chance to pretend, just me and my phone glow.