God knows we’re all now servants of the electron’s flow
Taking our phone about us whenever and wherever we go
Watching the power’s percentage and eking out the final drop
The phone teeters on ‘death’ until we get that last shot
Oh the halcyon days before we all had these devices in pockets
Before the umbilical-corded mess of charging cables and sockets
Simpler, more human days, long before all these mobilised phones
Of being free to think, contemplate life, and of being left alone
One day I’m sure we’ll think all this nonsense was quaint
Standing reading our social, trying to look cool when we ain\'t
In truth it was a troubled relationship, like between a feuding husband and wife
Flashing about our new phones, that had a crap battery life