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Lyrics:

A funeral for broken hearts

Let's shape these graves like fine art

Here we swim among the catfish and the bots

All while the scammers plan and plot

My ego's crushed, my luck ran out

And I'm starting to have my doubts

If I'll ever find what I'm looking for

And looking's starting to feel like a chore

They're selling hope and I'm so hooked

I guess that's why I'm fucking cooked

Just want things to go my way

'Cuz in this bed alone I lay

I swipe and swipe the night away

Guess I'm all out of likes for today

I watch as all my hopes get dashed

Yet I'm still here playing this swipe game

I'm a slave to the algorithm

This place feels like it's a prison

Oh shit, I'm all out of likes again

She says she's only looking for a friend

No, I don't want to buy an upgrade

Already seen my past investments fade

And to think I'd be popular on here

Now I'm left drowning in my own drear

They're selling hope and I'm so hooked

I guess that's why I'm fucking cooked

Just want things to go my way

'Cuz in this bed alone I lay

I swipe and swipe the night away

Guess I'm all out of likes for today

I watch as all my hopes get dashed

Yet I'm still here playing this swipe game

I just wanted to be cherished

Now I'm alone feeling embarrassed

All this time I waste

I rise and repeat just in case

They're selling hope and I'm so hooked

I guess that's why I'm fucking cooked

Just want things to go my way

'Cuz in this bed alone I lay

I swipe and swipe the night away

Guess I'm all out of likes for today

I watch as all my hopes get dashed

Yet I'm still here playing this swipe game