Digital Age The Early November

[Verse 1]
In the digital age, I'm feeling outdone
It's my brain that can't spell
And my heart that can't hold down
The keys to type it out
So even if I can't read, life's a puzzle you see
I put together the things that come easy to me
I've played with shapes for thirty years

[Chorus]
So can the crayons and the colorful paints
They'll never set foot in the digital age
And play the songs streamed on video screens
We don't need shows in a digital scene
So give up, so give up

[Verse 2]
In the last final days
I'm finding my way, hoping I'll write a song
A computer can't fake
But that's the hypocrite in me

[Chorus]
So can the crayons and the colorful paints
They'll never step foot in the digital age
And play the songs streamed on video screens
We don't need shows in a digital scene
So give up