I miss it so muchnNo button to touchnNo dial to turnnNo key to holdnnDays turn to nights turn to weeksnTurn paper into rocks into plasticnMy material heartnHow it keeps us apartnWatching days turn to nights turn to weeksnTurn everything I got into techniquesnMy mechanical heartnHow it tears me apartnnI miss it so muchnNo button to touchnNo dial to turnnNo key to holdnnI miss it so muchnNo button to touchnNo flick of the switchnHand on my heartnnDays turn to nights, turn to weeks,nTurn paper into rocks, into plasticnMy material heartnHow it keeps us apartnWatching days turn to nights, turn to weeks,nTurn everything I got into techniquesnMy mechanical heart, how it tears me apartnnI miss it so much.nNo button to touchnNo dial to turnnNo key to holdnnI miss it so much.nNo button to touch,nNo flick of the switch,nHand on my heart