Lyrics
He's scrolling Instagram again
Liking legs that never end
Standing awkward by the bar
Hoping someone thinks he's a star
Perfume strong like a billboard signs
Pick-up lines from dreams online
But when he says a simple "Hi"
Even waitress wave goodbye
He's a hunter without prey
A selfie king who lost his way
Strategies like he's James Bond
But in real life, it's James Wrong
Chasing girls like life's at stake
But his life's mostly offline breaks
When he talks, it's time to leave
He's the king of make-believe
Dating courses fill his brain
Watching them 'til dawn again
"Be yourself," he tells the mirror
Then glues on a fake beard, even clearer
Expert on love in theory
But in practice, it ends in misery
He invites girls out for wine
Then watches through the glass outside
He's a hunter without prey
An expert on imaginary dates
Flirting skills like PowerPoint
Click, and suddenly lost the point
Chasing girls like discount ads
Yet always alone — it's kinda sad
Charisma? More like "when will he go?"
He's a hero called "At least he tried, you know."
Maybe someday he'll find the one
A Bluetooth girl, a robotic love
He'll stroke her screen, gently kiss
And whisper, "You're my algorithmic bliss."
So he keeps liking, sharing, stalking
Moments of hope quickly falling
In real life, he walks alone
But online he finds a tone
