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hi, my name’s tony, and i confess i’m new to this
won’t say i’m lonely, but you know if the shoe fits…
even got it double-knotted and the truth is
i don’t know when and where and how to f-cking do this
here i am just taking a look
offer up my heart and mind like an open book
guess it’s more of a tweet, really
keep it short and sweet and silly
get to the meat, but don’t you dare go too deep
don’t go talking ’bout religion or your mental health
’round here there’s an algorithm to being yourself
and if you reject it, your views will be affected
and you won’t just get rejected you’ll be lefted, swipe
be a different person until you can meet in person
but don’t change it too quick or they’ll just think you’re a d-ck, swipe
simulate perfection if you want to stimulate affection
don’t get affected when the wifi is your best connection

swipe. swipe. swipe. swipe
swipe. to the left
everything i hold in my heart to the left
body and my soul and my art to the left
nothing can console or compare to the hole that it left

i’d call you brainless – you’re asinine
your pictures attest you’re shameless
i’ll swipe with the rest so i guess i’m not blameless
wrecking the test in a testament to leaving bechdel a mess and i guess i’m insane ’cause
i’d swipe right, p-ss a super-like
if your -ss alludes just right that you’re making moves at night
and your b00bs accrue mad likes, the truth eludes my sight
you’re cute but who’s that guy reducing human lives to waist size?
my darkened phone screen’s reflecting strange eyes
disheartened and lonely, accepting fate’s lies
but there’s part of me hoping the next refrain tries to be different
no one to blame for the pain but my own ignorance
i can relay all the sayings, impart the change in my brain
but after staying the same, throw all the shame in the flame
remove my name from the game and fake indifference
you didn’t wanna talk, you were trying to model
and that’s fine, stay in your lane, go hit the throttle
maybe next time i’ll be patient, hit the lotto
read the text lines under the face, lose my bravado
didn’t even look at your bio, just saw the pics in the grotto
compared your chest to the rest and hit the bottle
all the people i overlooked might be the ones writing books
swiped left, now i can’t even look. how novel

swipe. swipe. swipe. swipe
swipe. to the left
everything they hold in their heart to the left
body and their soul and their art to the left
nothing can console or compare to the hole that it left

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