"I'll be right back," she said.

Two hours later she comes along.

And I'm still pretending I have something better to do.

Well there's no use in pretending, I'd rather be spending my time offline and faced with you.

Not long distance sending messages, ending face-to-face with you.

Why would I leave? Why would I leave you now?

"Three minutes to bed," is what she always tells me.

Put the time on the clock that ticks in my head.

Chit-chat, chit-chat, it's nothing but small talk.

But this talk is not cheap and it grows exponentially.

Why would I leave? Why would I leave you now?