Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages
Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages?
And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal
And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night
Then you find yourself, sitting on a little shelf
Don't know quite what to do, I've been acting my life in phases
Is it really true that they're keeping us locked in cages?