Lyric

3 AM, my thumb is customized to hate myself

I’m swiping through the weddings of the girls from mental health

My face reflects in black glass, looking like a corpse

I’m buying things I don’t need with the money that I don’t have

Just to feel a spark

God, it’s getting dark

I made a brand out of my breakdown, hope it gets a view

I’m photoshopping tears just to stay in love with you

The algorithm knows me better than my mother does

I feed the monster every night to get a micro-buzz

I’m so connected, I forgot how to bleed

I got a million ghost fans, but you’re the one I need

Are we having fun yet? Or are we just online?

I’m swallowing the blue light, dying for a sign

Yeah, I’m pixel-perfect, and I’m losing my mind

I asked an AI therapist if I’m a piece of shit

It told me "It’s a trend, babe, just get used to it"

We’re auctioning our trauma for a little bit of grace

I’d trade my whole aesthetic just to feel your fucking face

But you’re a ghost now

Just a ghost now

Screen time: eleven hours

My eyes are turning grey

I’ve typed a thousand "I love you"s with nothing left to say

Don’t send an emoji. Don’t double-tap my chest

Just come over, kill the wifi

And watch me do the rest

Are we happy?

Or are we just online?

(Dopamine bleeding...)

Disconnect me

(Scroll, scroll, die.)