Testo Cradle Your Device

Something has come between us
And no, it ain’t what you think

This ain’t a case of infidelity pushing me
to the brink

You’re stuck inside a bidding war
You’re arguing over price You hardly even acknowledge my existence
When you cradle your device

Blue teeth, strained eyes you bite your lip
And you bow your head

I only wish you’d pay as much attention to me
When we’re in bed

I mean, I’m wearing next to nothing
I even put on a little spice
I long for you to hold me in your arms
But instead, you cradle your device

I said come, “let’s take a holiday Don’t you think that would be nice?”

I’ll give you one more minute,
Well go on then, cradle your device

Cradle your device