It was 2013.
You were making a different iPhone.
It sounded really keen.
And I wrote, “Next one’ll have a new screen,” yeah yeah,
It was like a dream, It wasn’t what I mean(t)
Oh, no, IGZO, IGZO,
I never knew what they’d make that night,
I never cared what was wrong or right,
I only wanted my minute in the spot
So I dragged crap out of the pot and reported on it
I never thought that they would listen to me,
Taking as truth my lies and fallacy,