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?

Rock maker