What did you do with the old one you used to use?
Remember when you two were simply inseparable
And now she seems only disposable and old
Without a call, bound to fall
She was just a model after all
In a line of lonely models built to sell
Planned obsolescence works too well
Feeling disposable and old
So what will we do when the colors leave our eyes?
On the day our ashes rise, will we still be friends?
And how will we know when the final chorus dies?
On the day my spirit flies, I wanna be with you
Just holding hands
Remember Myspace with my top eight so-called "friends"
Now Justin Timberlake is apparently involved
But I haven't been there for a while
Feeling disposable and old
Back in the day, following and likes meant other things
And pretty soon another made up world's gonna start
But I think I'd rather just play guitar
Feeling disposable and old
So what do we do with the things that we used to prize?
When my favorite CD's lie in the Goodwill's hands?
And how will we know that the world will be just fine?
Even if the platform dies, I wanna be with you
Just holding hands
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Everything dies just as sure as the sun will rise
We live in the valley of the shadow of that death
Breathing breath in after breath
Feeling disposable and old
But here's a fact, yes, the internet's just a fad
I only give it a couple more thousand years or so
Until we surrender our illusions of disposable and old
So what would we do if we finally saw the light?
If we dropped this accursed pride, could we make amends?
And how will we know when it's time to call it time?
On the day my heartbeat dies, I wanna be with you
The rest is just pretend
Just make believe
Just a means to an end
I wanna be with you
Just holding hands