How much time a day do I tend to waste
Sitting around with this phone in my face
Could it be me or the phone that grabs hold
Taking me out to places unknown

Wasted hours spent on end
With this death grip, making demands
Far more than a gander, this longing look
Tossed line and sinker, this phone's got me hooked

It all started off where I'd place a few calls
Talk with my friends at a minimal cost
That's when my phone whispered to me
Soon enough you'll see, I'm all that you need

It's hard now to go from one room to another
Without me and my phone tied to this tether
I should be upset, spinning the drain
Holding me back, this new ball and chain

Oh, wasted days along with the nights
How many ways has this messed up my life
When I spend most my time out here in mid-stare
On senseless Apps that take me nowhere

How much time a day do I tend to waste
Sitting around with this phone in my face...