Pome: Cell'ing your soul (a.k.a Sign on the dotted telephone line)
Ah, there you are I sense you, reaching for me again Not because you need me Just because you need to make sure I'm there I am your preciouss "A convenience" was my way in "A necessity" is what I've become But you don't even notice As I continue to slowly, subtly infiltrate your life You smile as you convince yourself that you are in charge And back it up by reminding the world that [...]