VERSE 1:
Smiling girl with long red hair, and numbers at the end of her name.
Bearded guy, who’s kind of strange . . . with more of the same.
We talk about psychology all night and into the day,
But we live over two thousand miles away.
I watch you say how Harry Potter could be considered a cult,
And how the lack of videos was . . . the ADD’s fault.
But whether you’re making shadow puppets or geeking out over psych,
Forgive me . . . but I think I’m in Nerdfighterlike.

CHORUS:
What would Freud
Think if he could see us Skyping,
Always talking via typing,
Never meeting face-to-face?
What would Freud
Think if he could see us joking,
Vlogging, chatting, facebook poking,
But never in the same place?
This may not be your typical love song.
But YouTube and Facebook can’t be wrong.
It’s insane, I realize, so
Could you psychoanalyze our love?

VERSE 2:
It’s strange to think that I know you by Helvetica text on a page,
Or your face within a small rectangle . . . yet I still feel this way.
Experts say it’ll never work, that calamity will ensue.
I just made that last part up, but I’ll bet that they do.
It seems as if I’m living in a completely impossible world,
One where I might, possibly, maybe . . . actually get the girl.
You make me feel that if you were to ask me out on a date,
I know I’d gladly move out to Washington State.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
D’you feel awkward and small?
Well just look at all
Of the times that I stuttered or fell.
You think you’re losing your mind?
Well, I think that you’ll find,
If you look at me closely,
I’m a nutter as well!


VERSE 3:
What if the IRL you is not as wonderful as it seems?
Would that mean that the you I know is . . . only a dream?
I think if Sigmund Freud were here, then he may just say so.
Well, you know what . . . what does Freud know?

FINAL CHORUS:
What would Freud
Think if he could see me writing,
Filming, editing, and fighting
YouTube maintenance to post.
He would think
That I’m crazy, singing, playing,
Syncing all my words, and taking
Ten hours at the most.
You may just be this girl on YouTube,
And I may just be hopeless, lovesick noob,
And I know Freud would despise it
If he psychoanalyzed our love . . .

It’s insane I realize it,
But I just can’t compromise it,
‘Cause I’ve really come to prize it,
Can’t just sever all my ties, so
At the risk of proselytizing,
Could you psychoanalyze our love?