Telephones, Metronomes

Sometimes it's hard to play along to a click-track
Just like it's hard to love someone who doesn't love you back
These telephones and metronomes always tell me when I'm wrong
But they can't tell me how to sing my songs
The ones I wrote for you, I threw them all away

But I can't seem to get them from my tired head today
These memories, like television screens,
They tell me that you're gone
But they can't ever quite convince me to move on

These telephones and metronomes
These memories and television screens
These chemicals and radios only give me so much hope
But right now they're all I have to help me cope